He walked forward, his cane making a slow, somber waltz of his steps, and turned to face the crew. His crew, now that the captain was gone. "Oscar Wilhelm Langridge was a man we all looked up to. A man we all loved. A man who has now passed on from this world..."
The next moments seemed like an age as his old, tired voice occupied the cramped quarters alongside the bookshelves and brass instruments. He spoke of the captains voyages and adventures, of his lifetime of accomplishments and bold deeds, ending with his valiant battle against the undead captain Dawkins and his skeletal crew aboard their spectral sky-barge, dueling the dread Dawkins himself as his crew held off the fearsome captain's undead minions. In the end, the Captain slew the loathsome corpse but succumbed to his wounds scant moments later. With his last breaths he ordered the scuttling of the ghostly craft floating alongside his beloved airship, and in his final moments he watched it erased from the skies in an ugly black smudge of rotary-cannon fire.
"Thus, we commend the body of Oscar Langridge to the seas below, and his soul to whatever may rest above." Lucius finished his speech and dipped his head, his long beard nearly touching the ground.
Silence one again overtook the room, but only for a moment.
Frances produced a small, well-worn accordion from his largest belt-pouch, and began to play.
The doleful melody that spilled out seemed to fill the room in a way the old man’s voice hadn't, washing over all present with pangs of sorrow.
Frances played on, eyes closed, face stern and set.
Alizibeth wept openly.
A hint of moisture gathered in the wrinkles around Lucious's eyes.
The twins did their best to hum along, swaying side to side.
Outside, the night clouds drifted by the Stuff of Legend, and the vast, still waters below spoke that it would be some time before she made port.