Duncan, who was just walking into the captain's quarters, suddenly stopped and turned his head to glance behind him.
There seemed to be some slight disturbance in the direction of the ship's bow deck. In the subtle perceptions conveyed by the Homeloss, that disturbance was caused by Sherry and A-Dog.
But there were no problems there.
"Doing homework is such a chore," Duncan muttered to himself as he shook his head and stepped towards the sea chart.
The goat-headed navigator by the navigation table instantly made a creaking wooden friction noise as it turned its head toward Duncan. Its two pitch-black obsidian eyes seemed to brighten up, "Ah! The great Captain Duncan has come to the side of his loyal first mate—Your catch of the day..."
"No fish today," Duncan glanced at the goat head, "With all that commotion in Frost earlier, I'm afraid there won't be any fish to catch around here for a while."