"Oh, no no, don't bother the captain with it, sweetie," Molly patted Luetenberger on the shoulder (though she had to get on her tip-toes a little to reach it), "You keep on doing your duty."
"Speaking-a duty, I best get back below decks. G'day," Cook nodded to the rest of the crew, before heading back to the galley.
Gideon had decided to leave the gathering, and was now ascending the stairs to get to the upper deck.
"Cap'n, if I may!" he addressed Jeff.
"Ya may not, crewman fancy-pants! Whatever it is, the answer is no!" Jeff roared.
"Beggin' yer pardon, sir," Gideon growled, "But this is mighty important! If we be sailin' tuh Veridia, the ought we be headin' east? We be goin' the wrong way!"
"Aye, but the Corbaines are following us from the east, so I'm not to keen on heading back that way so soon," Jeff shook his head.
"But if ye double-back, they might not be expectin' it, and ye might give 'em the slip!" Gideon suggested.
"Maybe, but I know ol' Clarence, and he'll be expecting me to expect him to not expect me to turn back east, therefor, I will go west to throw him off!" Jeff countered.
"But what if Clarence is expectin' you to expect him to expect you to expect him to not expect you to turn back east!"
"I expect he may expect that, but I expect that he'll know that I expect that he expects that, which is how I will fool him!"
"But what if he expects that you expect him to expect you of expectin' him!?"
"WHY THAT DIRTY VILLAIN!" Jeff exploded, "I did not expect him to be so clever! All hands, brace yaselves!"
With that, he suddenly flung the helm to the left, causing the ship to make an abrupt turn to port, which he held until they were facing directly east.
"I'll show him to try to match wits with with Captain Jeff!" the dwarven captain growled defiantly.
