Cross lowered his spy glass and glanced at her briefly, then looked back out to sea. "Nothing in particular, the island is still a ways out there. We should get there by nightfall if sailing stays smooth." He said to her, lifting his spy glass to his eye once more. If not, they'd reach port early to mid morning. "How are you fairing, after that storm?" He asked her, lowering the spy glass and looking at her.

Cross chuckled and lightly pat the top of her head. "You'll get used to a lot of things out on the sea, but never a storm." He said casually, removing his hand and looking out to sea once more. "Don't you worry about me, lass." He said, shaking his head some and glancing at her. "As I mentioned earlier, you're precious to the captain- and by the time he would've gotten the life boat.. Who knows how far out the sea would've carried you." Cross said to her, his voice having a serious tone to it briefly. He understood that now, that the captain actually made it easier to rescue the first mate. He raised his spy glass and looked through it once more. "You should really see how the captain is fairing." He teased casually, a light smirk playing on his lips.

Cross smirked lightly as he watched Cordelia take her leave, and head up the deck where the captain was standing.

Andrew blinked when he felt the pat, and quickly glanced at his first mate as if somewhat surprised. He hadn't really been in his right mind since diving into the ocean, but it was probably normal. After all, he hadn't stopped to rest since getting away from the storm. "..Are you sure?" He asked her, just as concerned for her as she was for him. "You're okay?" He asked.

Andrew offered her a small smile and lightly placed a hand on her cheek. "I'd go to the ends of the earth for you, Del." Whether he meant it romantically or not, he'd let her play with for a while. He cared for her very much, even if it he wasn't being romantic. She was his best friend. Nothing would ever keep him from running to her, if she needed him. He nodded lightly and pointed to the compass nailed down near the wheel. "I trust you to steer her until I get back, just keep the ship sailing Northeast until you see a dock. Unless, you know, rocks or something come up.. but I'm sure Cross will keep an eye out for you." He told her, before kissing her cheek and giving a light wave before heading below deck to rest a bit.

Andrew woke up around the time the sun started going down, and he wasn't feeling too great. His head was pounding and he had a hard time getting up, so he just laid there. He wondered if they had docked or if Cordelia was alright on the deck with Cross.

Cross was happy to fill in for the first mate, also worried about the captain. He would be surprised if the young captain had gotten sick. It was common for new members or crew captains to get sick of they weren't used to sailing, and h is stunt earlier wouldn't help..

Andrew slowly sat up when he heard the knock. "You don't have to knock, Del." He said casually. "I'm fine.. No need for that face. "

Andrew have her a sheepish smile when she felt him, then lightly pushed him back down on the bed. "Del.." He murmured, gently holding her hand. "At least tell me we're getting close to the docks."

Andrew chuckled some as she became serious, like she often did when he was being difficult. Like now. He sighed quietly in defeat and shared a smirk with her. "Alright, alright. I'll be a good sick captain and rest while the first mate takes charge." He murmured quietly.

Andrew laid down and stared up at the roof of his quarter's, quietly listening to her words as she stroked his forehead. Even now it was still relaxing. Slowly, his eyes slid closed. "Delia.. You remember that song you used to sing for me, when mom and I had a bout..?" He asked quietly , keeping his eyes closed. "Can you sing for me..?" He asked quietly , opening one of his eyes to easily glace at her.

Andrew opened his other eye and smiled some when she started to sing. No matter what song she sang, the single children's song always put him to sleep, or relaxed him. Either way.. He closed his eyes once more and slowly slipped off to sleep.

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Cross was up on the deck, handling the wheel like he had done it before. They had about a half a day before reaching the small island, but they couldn't go any faster unless the wind picked up.