Micheal's efforts at keeping crewmen warm and dry are appreciated, but the mood remains somber.
The new arrivals were tired and hungry and did little the first couple of days, but eat and rest. Now they seem more focused on training, apparently talking a lot about spy type field craft--how to get messages out, signals, codes, places and people to seek out.
The Ms. York is brooding. She is obviously in a great hurry. As the ship slows in unfavorable conditions she can be seen pacing the decks despite the cold. Giuseppe tries to cheer her up, but she remains grim.
Remona comes on deck with her little pig familiar in tow. She isn't really dressed for the cold, but she and the pig seem to be oblivious to the weather, some sorceress magic no doubt. "Good day Captain. I gather our progress is being hindered by unfavorable wind and sea. I could summon a wind to set us right if you wish. This far from the inner sea I don't think your friends the Druids will object." She says this last with a bit of humor twinkling in her eyes.