"Someone go find me a lyre." Caspian was brought one and he sand the tale.

Kaladin had a look of child-like astonishment in his eyes at he listened to the soft, clear melody of the lyre accompinied the light lyrics. He clasped his hands together in front of him and beamed when it was over. "That was lovely, Caspian."

Caspian smiled and bows, "Thank you thank you. That song reminds me of another."
"Please no Caspian I know the one you are talking about." Selkie begged.
"Alright alright I can sing later."
Skipper nodded, "I think we found the crew's enterainer."

(I can imagine Caspian going 'Well, I am a bird'.)

Kaladin chuckled. "I believe you are correct." He agreed earnestly.
Locke flashed Caspian a lopsided grin.

(So can I) (Know what let's let it be said.)

"Well I am a bird." Caspian smiled.
Skipper smiled a rare smile,"Good, now everyone has had a look at the flower now back to work.''

(Perfection.)

Locke let out a hearty laugh. "Tha' ye are, lad!"
Kaladin smiled and looked over at Selkie and Douglas. "Is there anything you'd lile me to assist with?"

"When the bloom is spent I will need your help making the plant into willow extract."Douglas spoke.
"Nothing that you would want to help me with." Selkie smiled at Kaladin.

Kaladin nodded. "Alright then. Oh, and Selkie? I wouldn't be so certian."

"You want to scrub the deck, scour the pots and pan, beat the rug, and repair the sails," Selkie asked sounding shocked.

"Well, since you declined my assistance, I won't." The echidna shrugged.