Enrick watched her as she seemed vividly focused on the steering of the wheel, but also somehow occupied with her own introspective thoughts in turn. When she had answered his question about expecting a child, his face fell sullen while eyes were a complete dark color. By the Gods he... He had managed to impregnate her? Out of the one time they were together, and he was already destined to become a father? He could scarcely believe it, but the proof was somehow right there within the confines of her belly. She seemed more focused on the waves ahead of them, than on how he received the news of this fact which he internally stressed over.
He watched ahead too. Somehow his gut hurt suddenly and deep down he felt a change, an immensity greater than the storm itself as it overwhelmed him. Enrick wasn't ready for this. Maybe the venture beyond Scalvoris but certainly not this, a child which he would father into the world inconsiderably? What would he do then? He couldn't expect to feel ready to meet that expectation, not when he hardly possessed any real sense of self within the world. Yet he didn't want to become like his own father either...
The man who raised his son up to a point until he came of age, and then left him alone on that island they both sailed away from. Enrick was not that man, nor did he ever want to be like him in terms of family either. No. As much as he wanted to refuse the idea that took root in his mind, the fisherman knew he had to try and accept the reality set in place before him. He absolutely prayed that he was only fooling himself somehow, that the thing conceived in Qit wasn't his... or even a thing at all. But doing that wouldn't change the fact, in which the reality was she carried a child. Likely his child. And though that scared him even more than the nature of the sea itself, somehow Enrick had to be the better man and accept it for what it was.
Therefore he barely had anything to say, and while the black in his eyes brightened; they only showed deeply rich bronze hues. Was there a sob he heard from her? Though he believed any attempt to comfort her would be met with a spiteful hiss, or better yet a dagger to his hand, Enrick at least tried in a softer manner only he knew to work. With a hand rested on just one of the pegs of the wheel he pointed ahead, determined to make sure she knew he supported her in that particular moment. "Keep 'er straight an' true, we're makin' a dead run wit' te wind behind us!" He called out to her over the roar of the briny winds. "So long 's we stay our course, we shouldn't 'ave any problems wit' de waves! He added afterwards with a glance to her, hopeful that she might at least understand that much.
He knew sailing wasn't something she'd been accustomed to, but if she were going to be stuck with him for the duration of this trip; then what harm would there be in teaching her what he knew? What his father taught him at least... Maybe then, eventually, Enrick would pass on what he knew as well; to the child that grew within the belly of the woman next to him.
He watched ahead too. Somehow his gut hurt suddenly and deep down he felt a change, an immensity greater than the storm itself as it overwhelmed him. Enrick wasn't ready for this. Maybe the venture beyond Scalvoris but certainly not this, a child which he would father into the world inconsiderably? What would he do then? He couldn't expect to feel ready to meet that expectation, not when he hardly possessed any real sense of self within the world. Yet he didn't want to become like his own father either...
The man who raised his son up to a point until he came of age, and then left him alone on that island they both sailed away from. Enrick was not that man, nor did he ever want to be like him in terms of family either. No. As much as he wanted to refuse the idea that took root in his mind, the fisherman knew he had to try and accept the reality set in place before him. He absolutely prayed that he was only fooling himself somehow, that the thing conceived in Qit wasn't his... or even a thing at all. But doing that wouldn't change the fact, in which the reality was she carried a child. Likely his child. And though that scared him even more than the nature of the sea itself, somehow Enrick had to be the better man and accept it for what it was.
Therefore he barely had anything to say, and while the black in his eyes brightened; they only showed deeply rich bronze hues. Was there a sob he heard from her? Though he believed any attempt to comfort her would be met with a spiteful hiss, or better yet a dagger to his hand, Enrick at least tried in a softer manner only he knew to work. With a hand rested on just one of the pegs of the wheel he pointed ahead, determined to make sure she knew he supported her in that particular moment. "Keep 'er straight an' true, we're makin' a dead run wit' te wind behind us!" He called out to her over the roar of the briny winds. "So long 's we stay our course, we shouldn't 'ave any problems wit' de waves! He added afterwards with a glance to her, hopeful that she might at least understand that much.
He knew sailing wasn't something she'd been accustomed to, but if she were going to be stuck with him for the duration of this trip; then what harm would there be in teaching her what he knew? What his father taught him at least... Maybe then, eventually, Enrick would pass on what he knew as well; to the child that grew within the belly of the woman next to him.
