Egil watched Krah watching Cass, who had stretched her long legs out in front of the fire, taking her own swigs from the rum. She seemed to have slowed from earlier, and by the slight glint of sweat on her features, he figured she was feeling land-sick. As green as he was, he, too, knew the struggle it was to go from any time at sea and onto land. But his new captain was tough... She'd had to have been tough, to make it on a ship full of men.
He placed the other two spears of gutted fish on the fire, watching the fat drip off of their carcasses, before slicing into the shark. The meat was soft, but it would still be edible enough. Skewering the meat, he placed them over the fire, before returning his position, glaring at Krah.
Cass was unaware of the other members of her party, a combination of exhaustion, hunger, and drunkenness erasing all around her but the fish. When it was done enough, she plucked the spear of fish from the fire, her lips pursing as she blew on it eagerly. Greedily she plucked at the flesh, peeling back the scaly skin and shoving the hot fish into her mouth, the juices running down her chin.
Egil's glare did not seem to phase the man, so he grabbed the skewers of shark from the fire and shoved them at the man, hoping to catch his eyes to let him know he was onto him.