Dariq followed after the unlikely captain and stifled back a chuckle as the man burst out into yet another fit of curses. Once he and Garrett were both in his quarters Dariq, in one fluid movement, drew his sword and jammed in in the door frame under the handle, just to make sure no one walked in and Garrett found something important to tell him. 'Aye sir, 'really I am.' He said afterwards 'is it about the balloon? I can assure you I had high hopes we weren't gannin' tae die like.' He said with a nervous smile, since he knew Garrett was not in the best of moods, he had cursed more in the past twenty or so minutes more then he had in the past month.