Crowley would have gotten along well enough with Cotton-And that is who Wellard worked with often on board the Pearl before, so the relative silence up in the rigging-

(The sound of the ocean is missing, but the empty roar of the open air is still there)

is normal. He nods to Crowley, boosting himself up as well to check the crack on this side, as well as mentally take some rough measurements for when they have to fix it later. The spar is holding, so onto the next set of knots to undo, to get the spread of black canvas down.