Reaper of Rishiri

[Annis]

It was strange to watch him simply move his head in a few directions before only just vaguely being able to look in Claire's direction, and yet still not quite directly at her, his eyes even seemed glazed over and there was an expression of fear on his face. "I can't see.." He muttered timidly, not wanting the rest of the crew to hear of that fact lest it distract them from their presently monumental task of carrying a battered, but not yet broken, destroyer to friendly territory.

The rest of the crew was no less rattled than him, and it seemed that his facade of discipline and strength was the only thing compelling them to hold to their duties. That must have been the only reason that the Captain didn't resign himself to the medbay for urgently needed medical attention. "Don't tell them, because it doesn't change anything. Protocol dictates that I man my post along with them for the duration of this journey, a command presence is required for anything as dire as this. Even if said presence is on the brink of incapacitation." He seemed serious about that fact, and the ship groaned as if to second his request. The initial estimate, with engine systems functioning at optimal levels put time of arrival at just under a day if the ship flew day and night with no rest for the bridge staff. With the engine systems degraded far below optimal levels, that estimate now seemed akin to naivety.

It would be well over a day, perhaps even two before the ship could reach Orkney. And there was no guarantee that it could even reach it at all in its current state. The best they could all do was hope and not tell the rest of the crew about the current dire straits that the ship was in. With enough luck, perhaps the hours would fleet by uneventfully, if fortunes could be so merciful.