"Of course we're not lost, Captain," Devon answered wearily for what was not the first, and probably would not be the last, time that day. Below them stretched a thick expanse of forest--unfamiliar, uncharted, wild forest, and Devon shuddered to think of what must lurk within it. He crossed his arms over his chest and flashed Coventry a fake smile, side-stepping a little closer to the man. Then because crossed arms looked defensive and insecure he uncrossed them, straightened out his collar in a show of calm dignity instead, just to give his hands something to do (though it was only making him look fidgety instead), and blew some hair out of his pale yellow-green eyes. A snow-leopard Milyn, his chin-length hair was silvery white with black rosette patterns marking it.
He cleared his throat and flicked his tail. "I never for one moment thought that we were lost."
We are so lost.
On the bright side, they'd found land, which meant they wouldn't starve to death or run out of water floating aimlessly over the ocean, gradually running low on rations until their ship gave out and they crashed into the ocean to be consumed by sharks. That didn't stop Devon from eying the new place warily, a little excited because if this was indeed a new area then they would no doubt be richly rewarded by Her Majesty, but nervous because...what of the natives? If there were natives. Who knew what they looked like, or acted like? Heads where their bellies should be, eyes where their ears should be...cannibals...he'd heard all sorts of tales about that.
Swishing his long, thick-furred tail tail anxiously, he glanced up at Coventry and raised his eyebrows silently. Not lost, just above this forest place. No, really. I couldn't tell just from--
That was when the ship shuddered and gave a sudden lurch, and Devon yelped in surprise as he lost his footing and was pitched forward. He flailed, tail lashing wildly for balance, and grabbed onto Coventry's arm to keep from falling, claws extending reflexively and digging into the man's sleeve. "Ah! Sorry, sir!" he said, realizing he was probably tearing the fabric and simultaneously realizing that was probably a stupid thing to worry about at the moment, but before he could let go the ship shuddered again and something popped and exploded.
He smelled fire, heard it crackling, saw the black smoke billowing up.
"...Oh my god."
He wasn't so keen on letting go of Coventry anymore. In fact, he dug his claws in more, silver, black-spotted tail fluffing up and ears pinning back in fear. The ship was on fire. THE SHIP WAS ON FIRE!
"The ship's on fire!" he hissed, heart leaping into his throat in panic. Worse, the propellers were out, which meant the ship was going to crash, but at that moment the fire was the only thing his mind could focus on.
They were on fire. They were going to crash.
We're so gonna die.