Andrew stayed below deck for a moment longer, checking his map again and setting the compass before setting sail. Cordelia meant so much more to him than he could admit, and he hoped she knew that. She was more than a friend, more than a sister, and more than a partner..

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Cross lowered his little spy glass when he heard her, and shook his head. "Not unless I went to start a riot." He mused lightheartedly. "Does the captain want us to raise the anchor, or set the sails?" He questioned.

Cross nodded to her lightly, waiting a moment before going and raising the anchor, smirking some at her comment. "Why thanks, it was a gift." He said to her, pausing once the anchor proved to by raised, and locked into place, lifting his head as he noticed the ship beginning to sail away from the dock. "She's all yours captain!" Cross called.

Andrew joined them on deck and took his place behind the large wheel, keeping his compass in hand as to make sure they were sailing in the right direction.

Andrew kept steady as the ship sailed, watching Cordelia with a casual smile. Finally.. After all this time, and people talking down to them for dreaming.. Seeing her happy made him happy, made him feel like this was right. No one could tell him otherwise.

Cross chuckled as he glanced at the first mate of the ship, then approached her and held out his telescope to her. "Want to take a peek in the distance?" He asked her curiously, seeing how she liked his telescope.

Cross chuckled at her reaction, as he watched her handle the telescope and nodded lightly. "Imagine what you could see from the nest." He said with a wink.

Cross chuckled quietly, offering her a smirk as she handed the telescope back to him, and he carefully slipped it into the holder clipped to his belt. "Maybe once we get a bigger crew." He said casually, leaning against the railing some. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, then looked out to the sea. "I just hope the two of ya are ready for such an adventure. The sea isn't always kind to those sailing." Cross said in a quieter tone, only concerned for the two. "I've been sailing since I was a boy, my father's ship was claimed by the sea years ago." He explained, not glancing at her.

Andrew could somewhat hear them talking, but he wasn't worried. He was proud of his skills, his talent and love for pirate movies and books. All he had to apply to real-world, until he got the hang of it.

Cross glanced at her with a small smirk and gently brushed his hand against her cheek. "It happened a long time ago." He murmured, slowly bringing his hand back. "Word of advice, first mate or not, don't feel sorry for any of the wankers you meet. I won't lie to you- you have my word, but most aren't so honest." He said in a more serious tone. Cross ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "That's good. Trust is something everyone needs on a ship, trusting the captain is most important." He said casually, glancing in the direction of Andrew, who seemed to be glaring at him a bit.

Cross chuckled and shook his head lightly before wandering off somewhere else on the deck, checking the sails most likely.

Cross climbed the rope ladder up to the crows nest where he leaned against the side some, taking out his telescope and looking out.

Andrew glanced at her with a casual smile. "It's even more amazing in person, the view on a screen is nothing compared to the real thing." He mused.

(ah jeeze.. i hate one-liners x.x)

Andrew nodded to her lightly, hearing her head hurt so she was gonna go lay down. He did worry, of course, but he couldn't hover over her like when they were younger. He was trying to break that habit. "Cross!" He called. Cross heard his name and approached the young captain. "Captain?" He wondered allowed, hearing the slight concern in his voice. Andrew glanced at him briefly, then focused on the seas. "My first mate isn't feeling well, keep an eye on her, will you?" The boy voiced, making it sound more like a question. Cross nodded and bowed some. "Of course, you're the captain." He reminded calmly. Andrew nodded to him. Cross smirked lightly and went off to keep watch.

Cross ventured downstairs to check on the first mate after a bit, just to see if she was feeling any better. She seemed to be a sleep, so he left her be and headed back up to the deck. It was then began to notice the dark clouds gathering above them. Shit! With just the two of them, riding out a storm would be difficult.

Of course, Andrew had already noticed and planned on trying to out run the storm. "We need the sail set to full sail, if we've any chance to stay ahead of the storm! " He called. Cross nodded and immediately went to work on setting the sail. Once the sail was at full, Andrew tightened his grip around the wheel. Cross was watching the clouds. Maybe they'd actually pull this off.

Cross mainly stood by the sail to adjust the position if the wind shifted, he glanced over when he heard the voice of the first mate, then glanced at Andrew who seemed to have his hands full. Lucky for them, this ship only had one sail to worry about. He glanced back at the woman and shook his head. "Not unless you help me keep the sail full, keep an eye on the wind." Cross called to her.

Andrew didn't have any objections, agreeing with Cross. He mainly kept his focus set on keeping a hold on the wheel, and watching his compass as they sailed. The waters roughened, and the sky darkened, meaning the storm was catching up with them.