Enrick's watch slowly trailed from the unusual environment towards the company at present, here he stood alone with a little wooden rabbit thing and some other man; and... this cackling mutt that could speak apparently? The fisherman's own eyes brightened now as their silvery hues remained locked on them, all the while he stroked the furry outlines of his jaw with contemplation. This should not have been at all possible...
They were below sea level in his own ship, surrounded by entities he wasn't sure were real; and yet he knew good and well not to disregard it. He knew for a fact such things existed in the world, that supernatural creatures such as the Spirits present lived in unique ways. He was half Sev'ryn for crying out loud, which meant half of his soul waited to be discovered.
A shift in the ship's body left his balance in a slight tilt, and the creature they saw gazing on them swam deeper into the sea. The man who introduced himself as Wald seemed eager to take lead, which warranted a fierce look out of Enrick as his irides were a silvery red. "First off, yer speakin' t' dis ship's cap'n! So Oi wouldn't be t'rowin' orders 'round. Pack leader or not."
The remark was given with a stern look at that, but regardless Enrick did agree that the ship needed to be piloted.
Since the other two seemed to already have an idea on what their role was to be, Enrick wasted no time with getting to the helm of the sloop. To see the sleek pegs of his wheel again, as they slowly rotated with the turn his beloved Windrunner made in it's slant. Was he even worthy? He'd lost her to the depths thanks to yet another storm, and yet here he stood now just inches away from gripping the wheel. His hands shook. That dark and stormy night still haunted him since the occurrence, and now that he relived the moment once more something about it felt familiar.
The nature of all this felt... familiar.
The first time he felt this sense of mysticism was the first time he recognized a greater spirit at work. Though his hands hesitated they soon came to touch the wheel, and sure enough his speculation of something large at work felt even more real than before. "Is... Is dis fer real?"
He murmured with his eyes closed and his heart heavier than before. Somehow he felt the question receive a response through him, as though sailor and ship were communing with one another.
There was no sound or vibration to be noticed, just a sense of knowing that the Windrunner listened... and answered. Enrick's eyes opened with irides dark as night, his bearded jaw somewhat dropped at the response he felt within himself.
"So... 're ya alive?"
He asked once more with his voice still low, since this conversation felt more personal for him. Sure enough it happened again! The Windrunner spoke through to him alone, which led him to believe he was either imagining things... or that maybe this really was happening.
His heart nearly stopped and for the moment he lost breath, until finally he gripped the wheel once more and closed his eyes. "Will y' let m' sail once more?"
The question came with consideration, for the ship was now free on it's own here. Captain or not he couldn't command a Spirit to do his bidding, yet the answer he received brought a new sense of awe to his face.
When he opened his eyes in pure wonder their hues were alight with a prismarine color, for excitement and confidence filled him once more as his hands gripped tighter. "Onward ten."
Not to the horizon but to wherever the Windrunner would take him, him and the other passengers that were aboard the ship. This... would probably be the last time he'd ever sail this wayward sloop, and while he might've felt sad over that fact alone; Enrick knew he had to make the most of it. With the grip of his hands loosened he threw the wheel into a rotation, enough to steer the sails to where they caught more of the current that pulled them. Once the boom reached its necessary position, Enrick caught the wheel and allowed nature to do the rest.
"Enrick", "Ẹrọim", "Follower", "NPC"