Through the morning the small crew sails. After the confusion, and adjustments from the first changeover things quickly settle down into a routine.
While under sail the longboat fairly skips across the water, forcing the oars to be shipped. Except when maneuvering the ship or assembling the sail the castaway crew finds themselves with little to do. Having decided on a northeasterly course the strain on the makeshift tiller is low, allowing Tempest to relax against it's pull. Rollo's keen sense of direction keeps the boat more or less pointed in the right direction as he stands near the bow, scanning the waters for life beneath.
Raphaela is able to make the wounded more comfortable but the gnome, Cricket, remains fixated on the horizon despite all that has happened.
With a destination and Brenden's songs and tales the crew's morale is high.
Griselda begins to feel the strain on her mind as the sun peaks in the sky, the ectoplasm beginning to form less readily to her call. Avedis, the halfling surgeon rouses as well, looking very confused.
"Wher're we?" he mumbles, sitting up unsteadily.