Davey would look down at Vera, studying her face closely. He could certainly understand the displeasure of being left behind, even if it would be safer (ESPECIALLY if it was safer). Sighing, Davey sits down at a nearby crate, and says, “This be a decision I did not come to lightly, Ms. Neumayer. Ye have gone above and beyond the call of duty, and ye have more than earned ye stay with me. And if things go well and I survive, ye stay will continue to be welcomed. That said, current circumstances have left us outgunned. That cleric and his blasted blessings… It has left me at a disadvantage. Without me ship and Skeleton Crew, I cannot beat him and the half-orc in a straight fight. And they will only keep coming. So, the best option I be left with is to create a scenario where no living being can survive for long. I be planning on going to the harbor, me domain, and make the waters as inhospitable as possible. I will turn the water dark and spiteful, toxic to natural life. I will summon sirens of wicked hunger that will feast on the flesh of their victims. And I will lure me two pursuers with the promise of land, only to have it sink beneath their feet. I need to make it as inhospitable as I can if I am to stand a chance.”
Davey looks at Vera in the eyes, his expression as earnest as he could make it. “I value ye presence and courage greatly, Ms. Neumayer. Ye may be the bravest person I have known to live this century. Ye have the spark for greatness, I know this. Which is why I don’t wish to see it wasted for the sake of one battle, not one like this.” Davey pauses for a moment, then says, “Do ye understand what I be trying to tell ye?”