Murphy was lucky his own boat, the 'Sarff Diefling' was more than enough he felt for this race. He was at the dock and looked in the direction where his kids were staying with their sitter, a nice woman with several kids who lived not far from him. He was far more concerned for them than he was about the bakery stall he had someone set up for him. He was preparing the ship and checking things out hoping his crew would be able to handle her.

He was a large, quiet man but there was a small bit of excitement to be participating in the race. It was perhaps one of the first fun things he'd been doing for himself since her death. He wanted to enjoy this, even if they didn't win and he had a lot of faith in the crew he'd gotten to join, even if he didn't really know them. What better way to start? If they even cared to know him after this race, but he wanted to try to be positive. The sky was clear and the wind was refreshing and reminded him of the good old days. Maybe it was a good sign.