* are you out of your fucking mind?

" short answer ? " ringed fingers wrap tightly 'round fraying rope , tugging insistently to more firmly contain precious cargo , dark eyes peering out from beneath a mop of soaked onyx curls . " yeah , mate . absolutely fuckin' bonkers . that gonna stop 'ya ? " task finished , they quickly move onto the next item , checking rigging and sails as feet dart confidently 'cross the slippery deck . rain fell mercilessly from above , soaking the pair to the bone as ed works their way through the mental list of items of importance ( and what could be lost to the brewing storms on the horizon ) .