"You're the scholarly one of this marriage," Antonin put a hand on Morag's shoulder and gave her a little shake, "you can probably find out the why of it better than I can. All I know is that muggle electronics and magic don't mix at all. All of what you call crap in the pilothouse is how muggles navigate and talk to each other at sea," he went on. "Not to mention there are two computers we can use in port. Don't worry, you'll be up to speed in no time at all on all that hardware. Mostly, we just have to be very careful how and where we use magic until we get the pilothouse shielded."
"I went ahead and took your suggestion to have our private sitting area aft redone with bookshelves on two walls, and a desk for each of us. Other than that, just putting a triple berth in the forwards cabin, and a double berth in the fo'c'sle for guests that don't like belowdecks cabins that we talked about. Do you think we should go with a set of red sails like were on the Rhea?"
"Then there's the matter of a name for our new home. Man in the Moon has a certain ring, although I'm more used to feminine names for ships. No accounting for the French. Morrigan?"