Darius was about to glare at the old man who was shouting at him to do something. He had hired them to run the ship and he'd just stand there and look nice. They all said they knew how to sail, and here he was stuck with a man drunker than himself, a boy, and another man who was at least attempting to do his job though he seemed completely rusty and kept pausing to remember things.

And then there was the goat. It was tied carefully to the mast so it wouldn't be able to fall over board but the damned thing was eating the ropes!