"He's coming to," A muffled voice echoed as Crow's vision was blurred.
Suddenly, Jacob's face was above his. The younger male's brown eyes stared into Crow's vision as worry was laced in them, shaking his adoptive father awake.
"Captain! Captain!"
Crow took in a large gasp, coughing out seawater as the crew crowded around him in worry. His gaze rested on Jacob before darting around to the others, his breathing heavy before they rested on Sharpe. His second-in-command frowned at him in concern.
Slowly, he began to breathe normally again, Jacob standing up as Crow stood up again, coughing. Slowly, the Captain trudged towards the edge of the boat, resting his hand on the bannister as he was still shaken up.
Jacob followed behind him, slightly worried before halting, the older hunter looking out into the ocean where he saw the seagulls flying over a distant patch in the water. His expression fell into one of hope, Sharpe's eyes darting to Jacob, who frowned back at her.
The crew was silent as they were unsure of his next actions, Sarah knew exactly what he thought as Crow remained still as he looked out into the open ocean.
A creaking was then soon heard as Sarah looked over to the sails, seeing the damaged mast along with the sails, pushing against it, her frown deepening.
"Captain," Sharpe said. "The mizzen's in splinters, and I don't like the main."
"She can't fight," Merino chimed in, frowning.
"Then we'll come back for the Bluster when she can," Jacob added on. "Repairs shouldn't take too–"
"Set a course for Three Bridges," Crow cut Jacob off. "We're going home."
Crow sighed, walking off as everyone had moved out of his way. Jacob's expression was one of confusion as Sharpe watched in silence, watching the Captain walk into his cabin, in silence.
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The room was filled with silence as the lanterns lit the room. Tools hung off of a wall as the medic sewed up the wounds on Jacob's back, the man fiddling with his bandages in discouragement.
"Right mess aren't ya?" A crew member asked another as they all placed bandages on one another. "Let's get you fixed up."
"If you know what's good for ya, you'll keep clear of the captain," Mr Crisp warned a burly woman who was fiddling with her hooked hand.
