::Dances over at the sound of Ty's giggle, and heads towards the toddler and Nklos, her eyes dancing with joy as she hands the two cloth puppets to the young boy, flashing a smile at Nklos. "Something to keep the young one occupied for a little while."

Then returns to Jeatra, and prepares to find a place to stash her pack, and prepare for the trip::

((starting our rl trek tomarrow, lots of driving, but will try to check the boards when I can))

Being amused by soaking wet bards and enjoying the site of so many familiar faces coming aboard the ship, Jaggie remaind content to stand above deck, nodding to people and being sure to keep out of the way of the crew. Waiting for the announcements to be made she slid her lute off her back, tied her favorite red bandana to her head and settled down to tune her lute strings.

A bell rings and wherever you are you clearly hear what you assume to be the Captain's voice.  It sounds like he is standing right beside you...

"All hands on deck."

Purple liveried crew stand by the access hatches to the various areas of the ship to usher you to the deck.

Hoch is sitting in the empty galley twirling a small clear gemstone between his knuckles.

'I really should have had this set into something' he thought to himself.

The loud voice calling for all hands on deck breaks his concentration and he looks down onto the table and sees a bowl of cold stew sitting there.

He frowns at the waste and gets up and puts his full bowl where he thinks the cooks would want it. 

As he leaves the galley, he pockets the gemstone and takes a deep breath as the sunshine hits his face and he walks to the gathering mass.

Deriaz glances up as the announcement covers the ship. Already on deck, he rises, accompanied by a subtle sound of grinding stone. He glances to the box, wondering if he needs to take it along to the announcement, but decides against it -- if the crewmen want it somewhere different, he figures they would either ask or move it themselves. That doesn't stop him from staring at the box in concern of losing the weapons on the massive ship, however, before turning his attention to Points' announcement.

He strides across the deck over towards Points, noting Lyrick's salute. Not realizing it was meant in jest, the warforged follows suit. He draws his legs together, pulls his hand across his chest, and tries to stand as straight as possible, saluting Points. The stance is held for a few seconds, before he relaxes.

Deriaz stays silent, but casts a glance down to Lyrick as the wind continues. He moves over to the side, trying his best to stand in the way of the direction of the wind and Lyrick -- a tough task, but he hopes his size will at least cut off a bit of the wind for the bard. As another gust blows, the warforged angles himself by turning slightly toward Lyrick, trying his best to block as much wind as he can, but still stay focused and looking to Points. However, he spares a few seconds to glance to Lyrick, hoping that the barrier at least is helping a little, and trying to judge if the bard is too uncomfortable to have a large 'forged standing that close to him.