[He nods in acknowledgement and shifts himself out of the way. He has a bedroll he unravels with a flick of his wrist and he stretches across it without preamble with one well-worn hand draped over his eyes. He'll never sleep so soundly on land as he does in the berth of a gently swaying ship - nor does he really expect to sleep, as it were - but he has no particular paranoias about doing so in this man's presence. No more than usual, anyway.
The storm rages on. He counts time in his head. Tomorrow is another day.]
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The storm rages on. He counts time in his head. Tomorrow is another day.]