Utterly Mad

Allan is standing at the bow of the ship, next to the railing that runs along the edge. He's got his hands on his hips, and his posture is straight up and even. He's still awfully short, however. His eyes scan the murky black waters, looking for nothing in particular. He'd heard the rousing speech the captain had given him, although he didn't really listen. He had a lot on his mind, like he normally did before going out on any voyage that meant crossing the sea.

He sighs, and rubs his uneven beard with a calloused hand. "Ugly wa'ers out there." he murmurs to himself. "Jus' not nat'rl." The boat's deck creaks underneath him in response. His hand drops from his chin and dangles at his side, and he turns away from the bow to return to the engine room to perform some last, few safety checks. He hoped it would put his mind at ease, maybe he'd feel like things would be okay soon enough. He hoped, at least.