He looked vaguely offended. "Oh boy, how can I contain myself. You're going to protect me from the big bad sailors." Though he couldn't see it, Crowley batted his lashes sarcastically and smirked sharply in Hayate's direction to soften the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I'm not worried about the ship capsizing us and sinking to the bottom of the ocean, I'm worried about ruining my suit. It's already had one bloody salt-water bath and I'd just as soon not risk ruining it again. Silk is very delicate you see." He sniffed and sucked down another lungful of nicotine.
"Well, let's get this bloody show on the road I suppose." The dark-haired man shrugged and meandered in the direction of the ship Hayate had motioned towards. "This of course is assuming they're not a bunch of cut-throat pirates or that they're even accepting passengers."