At least there was never a dull moment on this ship with a big chested woman kicking a chair at the arrogant prick mouthing off or the fishman shouting about food. Not to mention the silver haired individual asking to cook some random bird his knife struck down which had been outright denied. He struggled to discern how to define this odd group, though considering h wouldn't be with them for long that it didn't really matter in the end.
Closing the book with a thump before letting out a yawn, standing up to stretch and ease the stiffness in his limbs, his eyelids drooping beneath the shades. With things having slowed down; allowing him to notice just how tired he was and decided to get a bit of fresh salty air first then go take a nap.
Making his way to the railings, a short distance from the chair kicking girl who currently fawned over what looked to be a rabbit mink; funny to see both a fishman and a mink in this part of the sea. Leaning forward to drop the apple core and hung his head to deeply inhale the crisp salty air as droplets of cooling water sprinkled onto his head. His encounter with Fenrir and the wolf swam through his mind and the events of rum island soon followed; pondering the purpose of it all...what exactly was the man doing while the riot and fighting went on.'Ugh..this whole day's just giving me a headache.'Thankfully he nullified the throbbing in his head, rubbing at his forehead to realize it was flushed.'Ah..a fever...just lovely.'Running a hand down his face while the loud chatter from the two women served to aggravate his fevered mind even more.
Lifting his head, a weak groan spilling from his lips; left hand placed over the stitched hip, peering at the waving water only to suddenly see
bobbing on the surface causing him to jump in shock. Eyes blinking rapidly under the shades as he looked back at the others briefly before turning his gaze back at the water to find the disturbing seal gone.'Man...I must be sicker than I thought.'Shaking his head to try and clear his head and fumbled at the pouches till he found the one containing pills for fevers and tilted his body back, popping two in his mouth.'Bleh...good flavored pills. Think I should look into that.'Muttering to himself then pushed off the railings and made his way towards the crates that looked to offer shade and protection from the chilling wind, though his manner of walking a bit unsteady.
Nestling himself besides the crates as comfortably as he could and passed out shortly afterwards from the mixture of exhaustion and fever, leaving him sleeping like a log.