Chris thinly smiled at Aubrey's magicked flask, his good eye sparkling with interest. Still, part of him was wary of the trifle.
"Indeed?" he replied, eyeing the thing. He wished he had time to examine the flask more. What if it had dangerous properties? Part of Chris doubted that, and he had to suppress the urge to 'confiscate' the thing.
The pirate smirked at Aubrey's check. He knew the man was teasing, and Aubrey was friend enough to tease in such a way. Plus, it amused Chris to see Morgan so vexed.
"So long as my ropes remain untouched," he said with a loose grin.
However, Chris' expression turned somber at the mention of the Argus. They were a formidable enemy, one the crew had to be cautious of. It was true, also, that those new might easily be inclined to leave, least they lose their lives for a crew they barely know.
Before Chris could offer his advice, a small figure stumbled in the door. The man took in a sharp breath and quickly stepped out of the way, least the vexed Morgan tripped on his boots. He waited a proper ten paces, counting them as the heels of her boots clicked against the wooden floors. His good eye glanced over towards the bed, where Morgan had been hiding a wine bottle, and towards the drawers, where a piece of paper stuck out.
"Well, let's go," he told Aubrey as calm as ever before quickly making his way up towards the deck.
The party's mood had shifted. At the sight of their furious First Mate, the fiddler stopped his music and the dancing and drunk pirates gawked at their superior officers and the poor cabin boy. Chris idly waved his hand towards the musicians. No need to cause an extra scene.
"Play 'The Mariner's Jig," he requested, always peculiar for the classics. The fiddlers nervously obliged.
Chris turned his attention back to Sky.
"Morgan, allow me to handle the lad," he offered as he looked down at the child.
"Boy, straighten yourself up," he demanded. "Explain what happened, and for your sake, keep it brief."