Fitch lept for joy when he saw Wortgott approaching in the distance. His heavy boots struck against the wooden deck of the ship with an obnoxious clack. Their first voyage had went surprisingly well, despite their inexperience. He was a bit disappointed they hadn't met any sea monsters, but supposed such things were a rarity. He uncorked his bottle of rum, which he had reacquired from below deck, and took a long drought, grimacing slightly at the awful taste. He recorked the bottle with a smile. Louis had decided they should call him Caesar. "Right, all hail Caesar, the greatest Captain the sea has ever known!" Fitch slapped his friend on the back with a grin, slurring his words ever so slightly. He rushed towards the bow of the ship, hoping to get a better view as they came into port. The sun glistened against his freckled face, and his bright red scarf fluttered about in the wind, a crimson beacon against the bright blue horizon.