[ Black bangs he's overly accustomed to primping and preening are slicked to his face as he turns his head to follow the line of Jonas's arm, jutting jagged towers visible through the mist they loom over. The Forge... why is that familiar? Didn't he hear something about forged items here, or a smithy? Teeth grit as he takes a moment to reorient himself with a pause and a back pressed to that mast, legs locked in a heavy lean to keep himself from being battered back down by the choppy waters. ]

I didn't–

Whatever, we can talk about the details later. You wanna' move this thing? Because I hope there's a plan that goes with that idea. [ Were he to get off of this boat the same way he got off the last one, that'd still be leaving Jonas here stranded. That's officially no longer an option.

He takes a deep breath to prepare himself for wind that he knows will stifle his inhales before he's pushing forward again, this time guarding his face with his arms as he approaches the bow. Reaching the edge provides him with a disorienting view of the churning waters below, unable to gauge just how fast they're moving when their surroundings feel just as amorphous and wild. ]

I can try to do something but I don't know if it's gonna' work! Even if it did, where the hell are we redirecting to?!