Who: Res and Nik
When: Around 3
Where: sky deck

After happy answers-time with Captain Funtime of the ship of the damned, it was time to get some real answers. And not answers Keane's way, as he had gone to try and find someone who would give him slightly less diplomatic answers. Res was going to make her own answers. The question? Just how fucked were they?

She made a few stops around the ship for supplies for her little test, and then ended up going to the top deck. Too many people watching over her shoulder would get annoying, and surprisingly enough, nobody seemed to be in the mini-golf sort of mood. Gee, how surprising. So with her hands full of stuff, she plunked down and got to work.

First, a needle and a magnet. She used the magnet to magnetize the needle, then put it on top of a cork. Setting that aside for a moment, she uncapped a waterbottle and filled a dish. Setting that on the floor, she picked up her cork and needle. She knew this wouldn't be completely accurate - the method didn't work on smaller ships, at least. But would it on a bigger one? The day of the storm aside, Res had a hard time telling they were moving at all sometimes.

So, watching carefully, she carefully set the cork in the water. As it leveled, her makeshift compass began to spin. Res watched it with an unsurprised expression. "We are so fucked."