Sage looked back at the girl when she spoke up again, brows furrowing. That didn't make any sense....how could he measure up to everything that she'd done for him? Her devotion and love set aside, she'd saved his life twice, and then waited on his every need for nearly a month as he lay on his ass. It didn't seem right for her to say he owed her nothing. But he did appreciate it.

He met her eyes then, searching her face. She truely believed what she was saying...he just wished he could too. Part of him believed it. He certainly wanted to believe he was worthy of her love. But part of him didn't. Maybe it never would. He hoped that wouldn't be the case but he just...he didn't know. He wasn't sure what the future would hold, for either of them. And that was probably the scariest thing of them all.

"God, don't get all sappy, you're gonna make me cry," he groaned after a moment, swiping at his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears from actually falling with a swift sniff. It was a tone laced with a twinge amusement though, in an attempt to lighten the situation a bit. He leaned into her though, taking her hand and squeezing it gently in a sort of guiet acceptance. He'd believe her, if he couldn't believe himself. At least....he could try.

"There's a batch of small islands, a few miles east of here," he noted after a moment, having controlled his breath and emotions mostly by then. "They're uninhabited now, but they used to be....we could fix up one of the old cabins there. Make a home," he suggested, almost heasitantly. Scared she'd say no, maybe? He knew she'd go with him, but part of him was still heasitant, in case she heasitated when the time actually came. He wouldn't blame her....he heasitated to leave this ship. The ocean, in the form it came in in the wide open sea. They'd have boats, and would go from island to island to hunt or fish or whatever....but it wouldn't be the same.

Sage offered the girl a smile when she agreed to the island. They'd be different than a ship, yes, but they still had the ocean. This still depends on it to survive. It would still be the wild thing that they had come to know and love so much. But... That was ok. As much as he'd miss this home, this ship... This life, really ... He didn't mind the idea of settling down. As much as he enjoyed the adrenaline rush of a good fight, that feeling was only temporary. Jo's made him feel alive ways fighting never could, and starting a life with her sounded... Nice. Happy, even.

"We can leave soon.. We'll be going right past them," he noted shortly. "Once we gather some food and water, some of the necessities from my cabin, we can go." There were some things he did want to bring with him. But even clothes and things like that would be needed.

He grinned up at her, honestly excited about all of it despite the bittersweet feelings that came with it, standing up on his tiptoes to press a quick kiss to her lips before dropping back down, but still looking up at her happily. "We'll make something out of this life," he murmured lightly. "I'm glad it's you here with me," he added softly. It was true ..he could think of none else he'd rather be with.

Sage couldn't help but smile over at her when she agreed, finishing the bag of chips and then moving to throw it away before moving back to her side with a light hum. "We'll be at the point closest to them in a few hours," he mused lightly, leaning against her side slightly. "We should gather what we can now, before people are in the kitchens and stuff for dinner," he added softly.

Leaving was bittersweet.... He did love this ship, and he'd loved his crew, in a way. Obviously, they didn't care about him though, so he was doing his best to move on. This ship was no longer his, though he would bring that plank with him so there's that.

"I'm going to go grab what I want from my cabin," he noted quietly. She was welcome to come with, but he'd leave that up to her. He didn't mind either way....but he also wasn't sure what he would do if Jase was there. Would his things even still be there? He wasn't sure. He just desperately hoped they were. And he hoped he didn't have to face any of his crew. Because he wouldn't fight them. Wouldn't hurt them. And he wasn't sure if they would hurt him or not.

Sage nodded when she said she'd come with him, offering her a thankful smile and then tugging her towards the direction of the door out of their little safe haven. "I'm not going to fight anyone if we come across them," he noted quietly, before pushing the door open and peeking out of it, and when he didn't see anyone through the crack and peeked his head out, ears twitching slightly as he made sure everyone was above deck.

Once he was sure they were alone, he moved to slide out of the room, still holding joras hand, not really wanting to let go, for probably a couple reasons. He made his way towards his cabin, heasitating before pushing the door open, and stepping into it. It was unchanged, really....to the point where he wasnt even sure Jase had used it at all, aside from the unmade bed. He drew his lip into his mouth again, looking around before huffing out a breath and moving to gather the things he needed. Clothes, toiletries, weapons, that sort of thing. And of course, he took the decorations....even the frame off the potholes that served as windows. He left the room pretty well bare, taking even the candles and writing utensils and ink from the desk. Maybe that was a bit petty, but whatever.

Sage had half jumped when Jora spoke up....he'd almost forgotten she was there. He glanced over at her, head tilting in thought before grunting. "Yeah.. take all the toilet paper and soap from the bathroom," he noted, a slight mischievous grin crossing his face. That was somewhat practical, yes, but also rather amusing to think about Jase using the bathroom, reaching for the toilet paper, and not have any. Anywhere. In the whole cabin.

He moved to wrench the last pothole cover off the window, and then moved to push the now empty boxes to the side in one area, pulling up a floorboard and looking inside with a quiet breath as he looked inside. After a moment, he pulled out a small bit of driftwood, holding it gently in his hands. It was a mixture of living, healthy wood and dead wood....but it all glowed with a small shimmer of blueish green light. "The heart of the ship," he murmured in response to Joras questioning gaze.

"My mother gave it to me, years ago. It's kept me and the ship safe from the seas wrath for all these years," he explained, running his fingers along the branch lightly and taking a deep breath before slipping the wood into his pocket, replacing the floorboard and the standing up. "Now it's going to protect our home," he added softly, casting one last look around the cabin before turning to grab his things and walking out, trying not to let it all bring him down again. But damn, was it hard. He never thought walking away could be this hard.