I will greatly enjoy picturing throwing you overboard in the middle of the night.
Alexis had addressed the priest first, which completely killed the opportunity to further control the the scene. But that wasn’t bad, was it? If she wanted to speak first, she should definitely have the opportunity to do so.
But before Dolphus had any further opportunity to dwell on the notion, Alexis had addressed the entire party - the first words she had spoken to him in any capacity. He kept his eyes focused on hers, listening to every detail, seeming somewhat disappointed that the entirety of her declaration was ‘go have a look around’.
And then she had stepped off the boat and onto the ship - why the naming designation? Perhaps he had better not ask this crowd for the answer; they may take grave offense to the question or an accidental mislabeling of the ship as a boat. Dolphus didn’t have much experience determining the temperament of magic ghost sailors, and this voyage might not be the best place to begin research.
After stepping off the boat, Dolphus reached in between the segments of his wing and retrieved a very compressed black rectangle, which was impossible to identify as a cloak in its current shape. He had obtained it at some time in the past, most likely illegally, in the event that the nights proved too cold while on the streets in the summer isles.
With that in hand, Dolphus made directly for the captain’s quarters. In his mind, it was the likeliest place that cartography would be done, and ensuring it was well-stocked with equipment was essential. Not to mention it would likely be the quietest place in the whole vessel, and Dolphus greatly preferred the quiet.