[ What sort of people are they that old world habits are pirate things? Treasure hunting and playing pretend is fun and all, but not so much the cannon fire and walking the plank and there's a crocodile involved somewhere, he thinks?

He gets it, though, the desperate cling to normalcy in the face of terror, the way he would always cover people's eyes and pretend everything is alright, because you can't be scared of what you don't know. Maybe the gravity of the situation just hasn't sunk in yet because there's nobody here with him— nobody he cares about and is terrified of losing, anyways.

He looks at Clarke and then away. Before that happens, he seriously needs to get out of here... ]

...here's hoping our motley crew can keep it together, then. I'll keep hanging out with the Captain, see if I can get any table scraps or something.