Joey popped up with a start, knife held at the ready as the invasive, blaring, ring-a-ling-dinging of the alarms shot him out of slumber that was, arguably, some of the best sleep he's had in awhile. He made mental comparisons to sleeping on a normal, sea-faring ship, and how the two scenarios just couldn't compare. [i]"S'like sleeping onna cloud..."[/i] He regarded as he rushed up to the main deck. "What'd I miss, what'd i mis-" His barely wrapped feet slid to a stop as he got a good look at what all the commotion was about. 

"Seven bloody hells..." He looked on as he holstered his blade, awestruck, as the pure, swirling, writhing mass of magic raged on the horizon. It was something he knew about, obviously, everyone and their mother knew about it. The monks and nuns he lived amongst almost always mentioned it. But seeing it in person was something else entirely different. For once, he was kinda speechless as he gazed into it. Commander Hayes broke him from his stupor, as gave a briefing on why the mages were there in the first place. 

"Free, [i]fine[/i] metals? That's like, free resources! If we can get down there...that means free money!" He said, louder than he wanted. "Er, ahem, I mean, uh, i'm not sure if I can't stand with the other kids when it comes to me magical expertise." He explained, thumbing over to the others. "A man can make a pebble do a good jack, but I can't put a oliver to something of this magnitude!" He gave a quick glance towards the girl with the crossbow, sounded like she was in the same boat as he was. "If there's something else you'd have me t'do cap'n, m'all ears."