Leah watched Pris’s father with a moment of open disdain. His daughter was ill and all he seemed to care about was himself. She would love to give him a good smack on the head. She knew she couldn’t, her captain wouldn’t allow it, but she wanted too. She frowned a moment and glanced at the captain in question, feeling slightly uncertain as she did so. Something about him looked….off. Had he fed yet? She doubted it. He couldn’t have just pushed the tour off until later?

Irritated with the situation of her impossible captain and the idiot of a father she decided she was done watching the tour. She stepped out of the room, heading to the part of the ship where her…where the canons were. She began to polish them out of habit and to have something to do. Perhaps she could just hide down here with them…








Shay enjoyed chatting with the captain she decided absently as he put up with all her questions. Sometimes her enthusiasm was not well loved and she had half expected him to get bored. She nearly skipped as she walked, enjoying learning new things so much. She took a deep breath of the foods smells, enjoying every moment. She wanted to try everything! It all smelled different then back home…

She was soon distracted from that, however, as she saw pris. She frowned at the woman’s father then turned and walked to Pris. She sat next to her, wordlessly rubbing her back in thought. She wasn’t sure what to say… Would she always be this miserable and sick? Why did her father make her come? For even Shay could tell he had to have dragged her here