He hums his agreement. He doesn't need a Holmes' deductive prowess to know they're thinking the very same things about their friends. (Though he might have Huan along, even if Mycroft wouldn't: his old friend is more formidable than he by far, particularly now that Cyrus has an ailing heart to worry about.)

"Well, if we are quite free to move, I would suggest we begin searching for answers," Douglas replies, still sounding a bit miffed.

With a slight incline of his head, he urges Mycroft away from the railing. It's a large vessel; God only knows how much ground there might be to cover.

"If not the captain, we may at least find our quarters."