Unsurprisingly, there’s only one thing on his mind. Right after he learned the boy’s name, he left the cabin. The stowaway would stay inside, either because he would be afraid to walk among the crew, or just because he might be looking for a way out. But, well, everybody would hear the windows of the cabin break, and everybody would see someone leave through the door if he decided to try his hand at either, so Ramsden didn’t have to worry. The boy was his and under his control. He finishes eating his apple when Felix, the quartermaster, the one he trusts the most, joins him at the rails. Ramsden tells him about the boy, and notices Felix’s jaw clenching. He’s known all along that the quartermaster wouldn’t be happy. But just before he can start commenting on the situation, the ship goes silent and the only thing emitting sound now is the sea under it. Ramsden turns around, sees Leo in his clothes, the shirt everyone around him knows so well, and almost starts laughing. “Who would have thought the boy would have so much nerve?” He doesn’t even have to look at Felix’s face to know that all the colour’s gone from his face. He waves to Leo, beckons him to come forth, and meets him in the middle of the deck, his hands on his hips. “I don’t even know where to start, you’ve surprised me so much,” he exclaims, looking at the boy now fully clothed.
