The sun trickled through the windows, the sea air danced on the wind as Flint and Robyn slept, their naked bodies entangled in one another. Flint blinked his tered eyes awake with a yawn, stretching his arms out. The movement roused Robyn enought to open her eyes, a soft smile touched her lips. He kissed her and bid her good morning.
"I'll get the men ready, when you get up could you collect my sister?"
Robyn sleepily muttered her agreement before rolling back over. Flint smiled and pinched her ass before getting out of bed. He got dressed, and headed out of the room, leaving the sleeping Captain of The Harbinger comfortable in a mess of bed sheets. As he made his way through Noonan's his mind was grappled with itself. While he was aexcited, even anxious to see The North again, to look for his long lost brother beside Clara he was frightened as well, frightened of what it would mean going back, frightened of the memories he'd left at Winterfell. He did his best to stow his worries away as he descended the stairs where he found is men.
"Morning gents."
Flint said casually.
"Oi... mornin Flint..."
One of them replied tiredly as he rubbed his head in pain.
"You lads look like you've had quite the night. Best shake it off and make yourselves useful. We've got a tide to catch. Captain wants to be gone before we lose the morning wind."
The crew started to assemble, slowly but they got themselves together. As they collected themselves the ships new boatswain Hal Gates approached him.
"Captains got us shoving off again? Where to?"
Flint flashed a wolfish grin.
"The North, Mr. Gates. We're headed to The North."