Isabeau eventually relinquished the helm and took another circuit of the deck before becoming too restless even for that.
Glancing around once for the new cabin boy and spotting him approaching Crag, she nodded to herself and started climbing the rigging, making for the crow's nest. Raven- a slight, wiry, and rather aptly named young man- gave her a nod and a murmured, "Cap'n," when he saw her.
"Anything?" she asked, climbing into the wooden bucket alongside him.
He shook his head. "Faran's rest up ahead. Nothing but that for miles, far as I can tell."
She nodded, patting his shoulder absently. "Take a break, lad. I'll take over for an hour or two."
Raven nodded again. "Yes, ma'am."