@dead-eye-ranger
It had been a little over a month since the unfortunate prince had found himself at the mercy of her and her crew. The men had, likely thanks to Tavish's influence, eased up on him a little as of late. Not that he fit in among them by any means. But it was good, it meant less potential trouble for him and her. He seemed to finally, if slowly, be getting some form of sealegs on him. Another good thing, because wobbly as he still was she had to worry less about the man stumbling from a rough wave and going overboard.
Hopefully tonight wouldn't set back his progress with that.
The air upon the ship was energetic as men bustled about, readying loads to be brought down once they came upon the small cove they'd been heading for, for a celebration Tavish insisted on since she'd taken command. And it was thankfully somewhat conveniently near a small port that didn't pry too much on who came and went or what their occupations might by. A chance to resupply, and a chance to unwind. It was an uplifting combination.
She called out to enter when the knock came. Not looking up at first when Arthur entered, she'd called for him, after all, and she had a few more things to write down first before she gave the paper to him. "I don't suppose you'd like the chance to stretch your legs on dry land for a spell, would you? We're nowhere near far enough from your territory, or a proper place to drop you off safely, but we will be stopping for a day or two. Promise not to stray too far and I'll add you to the tally of men who'll be going to shore."