He was standing on the deck of the Vosari'Mor, grinning broadly as the ship prepared to set sail. He glanced over his shoulder at a ship not too far down the docks, the Gaia'Ren. Then he glanced to the left, where Sedda stood, and he cast her a wink, then turned and walked towards the railing, leaning forward and looking towards the aft of his ship, a grin then, slowly they were leaving the docks behind. "Hurry it up Masyn, I want to see the sea of moving ice within the next couple of tendays," he called out to Masyn, although it was more directed at the entire crew. He turned then, leaning backwards against the railing, and grinning over at Sedda. "We're in for a nice little trip, you n' I," another wink and then...he woke up. Sitting up in his bed rather quickly, he grabbed his head as a dizzying wave washed over, followed by an insufferable ache. "Ah...if there's one thing m'crew's good at, it's gettin' me ta drink way too much," he grumbled as he slowly eased out of bed. A few blinks to rid his eyes of the sleep, and then he glanced around his cabin. He could smell the sea, could feel the waves lapping up against his ship, but sadly, he wouldn't be out of port for a good long while. Another grumble, he slipped his boots on, and pulled a shirt over his torso, then stepped outside onto the Vosari'Mor's deck.

He inhaled deeply as he looked around, the deck was quite, it was well past noon, but his crew was still probably passed out in a drunken stupor. He chuckled at the thought and slipped back into his cabin, taking his scimitar and belt, strapping them on, and then headed off for the gangplank.