Gerard's hand was burning. In the dim light of the cabin below deck, he tore his left hand free from it's leather glove, only to be met by a barely visible trace of an indigo symbol upon his skin. Judging purely from the pain he felt, he had expected to see the whole back of his hand glowing bright like a blue fire, but it wasn't. The lack of illumination perplexed him more than the message he was usually meant to predict by it's presence; the aching was still so intense, yet even as he stared at the brand, he sensed no innate knowledge of the future fate had planned for him. He heard heavy boots thudding towards the door. The wood slammed against the wall as it was thrust open from the outside by a burly man who looked like he hadn't bathed for a few months. "Cap'm, we goin---" The man began to say, but stopped when he locked eyes with the figure of Gerard standing solitary with one hand casting a dull blue glow in the darkness. The man's mouth hung agape for a great time, then spread slowly -- as was the speed of his mental state -- into a big dumb smile that made his hefty cheeks and jowls resemble folds of melting cheese. "Is that you is doin' mad-jack down here, cap'm Teagan?" He looked so happy to see that it was something of the sort. Gerard D. Teagan swiftly sheathed his hand once again in the leather glove, killing the stupid smile on his crew member's face when the magic disappeared from his sight. He was not a mean-spirited man, he simply had no time to entertain someone who would never get tired of seeing the same trick all the time. "You came to tell me we're close to port?" asked the captain. For a moment, the crew member moved his eyes back and forth as if reading an invisible book, trying to recall what he'd came down here to tell the captain. "Aye..." The man murmured, at first unsure, then resounded it a second time with full confidence. "Aye! You is right, you is Cap'm! We comin' up onto port town. Goin' na dock soon, so I heard the wheel man say'd. You wanna be ready?" "Yes, yes. Thank you for letting me know, Hughie." "Ollright." Hughie began waddling backwards from wence he came. "I leave you to be doin' your mad-jacks then... heeh heeh..." He crept away with a weirdly secretive smirk on his face, closing the door as he went. Gerard couldn't help but frown at him in confusion.