"We all will," Mina agreed, with a surprising amount of sincerity, given how frivolous she generally liked to come off.

She examined the bandages on her arm. Bruce, she decided, was a wonderful doctor. Would make a lousy sailor. But they all appeared to be dry-docked for awhile.

Mina smiled and all traces of seriousness dissolved. "Well. You gentlemen should probably sleep. The great work begins tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow."