Don heard the faint sound of a violin playing somewhere on the ship, and looked towards where they had taken Bangs. Part of him felt guilty that he was ready to slit her throat earlier, and she had still saved his life. He considered checking up on her condition, but remained on deck, tightening knots and checking the sails. For some reason, he didn't want to see her. "Wonderful day for sailing," he joked bitterly to himself.