Sketch checked on the farming sickle and length of chain he'd brought, he couldn't tell if they were particularly good quality weapons, but the sickle didn't feel too heavy in his hand, and he could swing it without difficulty. She agreed to train them, and Sketch wouldn't be found lacking in effort. He wondered who the captain was, he'd never heard stories of a faun captain. She seemed genuinely capable, Sketch figured that was all that mattered.

He wondered at Nevin's historyt as they walked aboard the vessel, he'd never thought to ask the alchemist about his past. He knew that the man was a capable healer, he'd saved lives when a small band of goblins invaded the small mining town of Stonevale, and he had a background in blacksmithing and herbalism. Sketch often caught him at his counter with his head in some book about magic or occultism, he wondered what else the chemist knew. He'd seemed to be genuinely surprised about his Grym, which made Sketch a little sad, as it meant that he most likely didn't know anything about them that Sketch hadn't shown him.

Nevin and Sketch walked up the boarding ramp to the ship, the sounds of the training drills booming out from the ship deck. The crew consisted of females practicing various sword thrusts and slashes. The pair walked up and the sailor leading the training indicated a spot for them to stand and motioned for them to follow along. The crew practiced a long horizontal slash that was suited for the cutlasses that were commonly used by sailors.

As Sketch tried the slash, the instructor walked over to him, 'No, no rookie. If ye swing with yer feet like that, ye'll fall over before ye cut someone. You need to stand with yer feet in a line, and be ready to shift them if ye attack or defend." She taught Sketch various ways to retreat or press forward, focusing on his footwork before trying to educate him on how to use his weapon. Sketch found the information useful, and could definitely see the benefit of learning the footwork first.

He ran through the drills as the rest of the crew focused on the swordplay. The dancing footwork was hard to perform as the ship rocked underneath his feet. He tried to focus on mastering the foot placements as quickly and deftly as he could so he could move on to the next stages of the training. He drowned out everything else but the instructions he was given, wanting to make the most of the time he had. By the end of the first hour, he felt confident in the foot motions and his ability to move around the ship without falling down.