Jake and Rhysand and ?
Like Jake, Rhysand had done his explorative rounds. A ship was a ship was a ship. He meandered around in his own dark attire, accented only by off-whites and various blue shades--just because he was donning the outfit of the time did not mean he had to give up his preferred color scheme--before finding a place not far up the mast and sitting out on the post above one of the sails before they set for the sea. It was a great view. From above Rhysand not only could see Katherine and ensure she was safe and winnowing in at a moments notice especially given her inability to swim, but he could see the sky and city and ocean.
A sort of serenity washed over him that he had not felt in a long time. Once they let go from port he might even let his wings hang out to feel the sea breeze against the leathery membrane that connected each finger of the dragon-like spread.
He pat Keke once briefly as the bird flew up before drawing his hand back as he looked to Jake. "Glad to see you made it," Rhysand said in a friendly fashion and clearly in a good mood.