It's the apple barrel.
It's half empty, and aside from whatever fish we're able to catch, those apples are the only food we got aboard.
Why does the horizon have to keep rolling back and forth like that?
It's a glass orb with a strange, magical glow. It could be some kind of compass, I guess.
It's probably some kind of compass.
According to Tun, this is a Spirit Compass, and it points to the magical north pole.
She looks busy.
He looks very busy.
It's a sturdy, wooden chest. It's empty.
It's closed and locked tight with a big iron padlock.
Oh God, that's not a happy sight.
It's Tun Luiec, the navigator.
It's captain Nebevay.
It's a small axe.
It's a big, fat worm.
The worm's stuck on the sticky patch I made.
The worm's stuck.
That's the cargo hold and crew quarters down there. My bed's conveniently located right below the opening, to accommodate for those refreshing saltwater showers.
The cargo hold and crew quarters.
They should really cover this up before the hold is filled with water.
Those are the captain's private quarters and offices.
I don't look forward to another night in those. I had a dream I was on a roller-coaster...all night long. And I can't stand roller-coasters.
Hammocks.
It's a flour sack.
Hopefully, the talisman will affect the compass enough for Tun Luiec to change our course.
I should take that off before anybody notices.
It's the, uh, wheel? Is that what it's called?
It's locked with a big padlock.
Why? We're on course for Alais, and everybody's happy.
I can't do that while somebody's around.
So if the compass was pointing in that direction when we were on course for Alais...and now it's pointing in this direction...
Oh, hell, I'll just wing it. "Use the force, April". After all, who's the chosen one here?
Dang. Clever worm.
Gotcha! Slippery little fella, ain't you? Good grief, I'm talking to a worm. A worm!
It's been a while since I chopped firewood, but I think I'll be able to knock that lock off pretty clean.
Oh shit!
I'll just get in trouble. Besides -- it's open.
It got away.
Yes! Got me a worm... Uh, and this is good because...?
Nah-ah. Like they won't notice if I turn the boat around? I'll have to think of something else.
Jim?
Ugh, gross... People, do not toss the apples back into the barrel after eating.
Uh oh. I just felt a cold shiver running down my spine.
Oh God, my guts have been cleaned out, and I still feel sick (deep breath).
What a weird compass. What's north and south on this thing?
And endanger our precious food supply? I think not.
Here's a nice, plump one.
No, I'll leave it there until I can convince Tun to change our course.
Tun! Need some assistance up here!
What just happened?
Uh-oh. This can't be a good thing.
Why? To keep him well fed and happy?
