#moirin

“Batten down the hatches!” she commanded. Two crew members ran below deck while the other two scrambled around the deck. She went to the helm, gripping the steering wheel with determination.

“Lower deck is secure!” Monday shouted.

“Thank you, twins,” she shouted back. “Go hunker down, we don’t got long before the storm hits us!”

“Aye, aye, captain!” With a salute, the pair ran back to the lower decks.

“Status report of the hull?” she asked.

“Secure!”

“Go with the other two. I’ll keep her steady,” she ordered.

Moirin nodded Bon to the hatch and turned back to her.

"I'm not going anywhere, Karen. I'm staying here because you sure can't steer the ship by yourself. It's too dangerous," she growled, but it was more benevolent than malevolent.

"Captain's orders, go shelter. I can do this myself, I did for ten years," she weakly snapped.

"Yeah, well not anymore. I've seen you in storms like these and they're too much for one person alone, even if they are a werewolf. I'm. Staying. Right. Here," she insisted. Karen sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but no backseat sailing. I'll drag you down myself if you do."

"Please, I could sail this ship ten times better than you."

Karen barked a laugh.