Sinbad was used to both the sea and their short (and profitable) stops on land. He managed the transition by shifting his weight from foot to foot for a moment, almost a swagger.
"There are plenty of bushes if you have to go." said Kale, eyeing the movement.
Sinbad ignored this. "You've gotten us lost again."
"Only because you like being lost."
Sinbad flashed a grin that said he never got lost, and certainly wouldn't ask for directions even if there were someone to ask.
"Anyway, we're just here to collect some food." said Kale.
Sinbad nodded distractly, balance restored. He was following his nose further inland, eyes focused forwards like an owl's.
"And not to get lost in the wilderness again." said Kale.
Sinbad continued on, in the brush now. He'd possibly caught the sun off something shiny; there was no stopping him then. Kale sighed and sprinted after. The others could conduct themselves.
He pushed fronds away at either side, stumbling slightly on above-ground roots, already having lost sight of his quick captain. He should have left a trail in all this, but it seemed the forest had closed back over him as seemlessly as quicksand.
"Don't think I can take care of myself?" said Sinbad from behind, arms closing around him.
"I thought you might need help carrying back the booty." Kale paused. He shouldn't have used that word; you'd think Sinbad would have matured a little by now, but he was still making the "Who's bad?" joke, so--
Sinbad hugged Kale emphatically closer. "I've never needed help getting--" Kale kissed him to shut him up. Rumor had it that Kale had become navigator by dint of being so good at finding all the clothes afterwards. That was just good natured ribbing; Sinbad was to all of the men a friend to be joshed, a man to be idealized and a lover to be indulged. Which wasn't to say the men didn't sleep among themselves, but Sinbad held their respect as an eternal supply of reckless playfulness. Pulling down Kale while the rest of the crew were only yards away was just the latest example of this. Kale obviously didn't refuse, just wondered if Sinbad had done this purposely for a moment of borrowed privacy, an occasion where the others couldn't hear and shout encouragement from their own beds.
The title "first mate" might be a double entendre. It was a comforting thought.