One nods in approval, and turns away from the massacre to find the captain's cabin at the prow. It's empty, and probably one of the few places on board now that doesn't smell like blood.

Maybe they can throw all the bodies overboard...

There is one map on the table, held down with heavy books at each corner to keep it from rolling up, and more in oiled tubes on a shelf, protected from humidity and sea spray. One looks the open map over, notes the string pinned down on it to mark their intended path, ending in the port city of De Sarc. Their mission was supposed to be there. All One knows now is that they aren't going there, now.

"I can read this, but I don't know where we are on it now," he tells Seven, stepping aside to let her look.