Crap... alright, so she made at least one person angry already, and two members of the expedition are clumsy. At best.
She takes a deep breath, considering what has been said.
The captain and her would have had to constantly consult with each other to decide on what to do. She never met the man and had no clue how he worked, or if he would even listen to her input. Seeing his character from how he quit the expedition, she is actually somewhat relieved she doesn't have to work with him.
She knows enough about the route and dangers ahead of them.
She has engineers and helmswomen whose input she will consider when making decisions.
Doc... made sense.
That, or she is insane.
Both? Probably not.
Welp.
"I can agree to be in charge, if you all agree that you want me to be. Knowing and considering all the facts I have already said about myself." She says that in both Norwegian and Icelandic. First decision should probably be to delay the journey for a day until they at least make an attempt to find another person to be their captain.
Harald nods.
"You're captain," he says declaratively. He stands, puts on his pack, and picks up his anvil.
"I will see you all at Dock Five," he says.
Anyone with particularly sharp eyes might notice the slightest of limps with his left leg as the big man leaves the office and makes his way to the dock.
Harald finds his way to Dock Five easily.
The ship is, honestly, slightly larger than he expected. It's nearly fifty meters from bow to stern. There's a single mast in the center of the deck with a square-rigged sail, currently furled, and a large cabin just ahead of it with glassed-in windows that looks to be the bridge. Near the rear of the vessel, a depth charge launcher has been set up on a rotating turret. Near the bow, the entrance to the lower deck is set in a forecastle. It has the traditional dragon figurehead on the bow.
Harald boards the vessel. Some of those watching could swear they see the ship tilt slightly as he walks on board and opens the door to the lower parts of the ship.
The ship is clean and well-maintained inside. The stairwell only leads to another bulkhead door, and opening it reveals the large storage hold. It's only half-full, but that half contains enough food to feed ten people for well over a year and plenty of spare parts, ammunition, and everything else an expedition might need. Harald quietly assesses everything as he walks through the hold, then head through another portholed door to find himself in a well-appointed, if slightly cramped, kitchen. Refrigerator, both microwave and traditional ovens, stovetop, sink, countertops and cabinets, all electric and all in the best of condition. The kitchen opens up into a sort of common area, with tables and chairs and a cabinet full of books and board games. In an alcove offset from the rest is a radio set with a stool bolted to the floor. Harald gives it an approving nod before moving on.
Past the kitchen is a corridor lined with doors, six to each side. The first three doors on each side open to show well-made, if relatively small, cabins. The fourth pair of doors show bathrooms in similar condition - toilet, sink, shower, and a mirrored cabinet. The remaining doors are more cabins.
Past the corridor, Harald finds a largely empty room that, judging from the few pieces of large machinery, seems to be intended to be a workshop of some kind. The big man sets his pack and his anvil down in one corner, and opens the door at the far end.
Harald looks at the engines, decides he has no metric for understanding how good they are beyond 'these things are big and make boat go vroom', and closes the hatch.
The ship clearly in good condition, Harald sets to securing his tools and setting up in the workshop.
