"Burn it, toss it overboard. It matters not. I will not be reminded of the event that ruined my life." This time she couldn't hide the snarky tone, no mater how hard she tried. It was a not-so-subtle jab at him, while also serving as the truth. The food in front of her made her want to gag and she hurried to stand, squeezing past the captain and climbing back onto the bed. She didn't want to eat, or chat, or any of those things he seemed to expect of her. She wanted to cry and hide away in a corner until she was with her family once more.

Ariel had been in for a moment, sent on an errand to find some of her clothing, but offering her no sympathy, no comfort. Never before had she felt alone, but the feeling was creeping up on her now as she tried to ignore the imposing captain in the room. When would he tire of her theatrics? With each pout, outburst, and show of defiance she surely made him angry and only sealed her fate more. Oh if only she could control it! How was supposed to help the fact that she was tired, angry, sad, and sick all at one time without a cure in sight. A yawn escaped her at that thought, at least there was one thing she could solve, but the captain didn't seem too happy about how much she had slept.

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With Ariel gone for a moment he risked trying to stand. His knees buckled and he struggled to just stay on his feet, taking a step seemed out of the question. Why did his feet tingle so much? He could hardly feel them, a sensation he was not used to. It must be an effect of his injuries, it would fade soon and he'd be back to drinking and ordering about the crew. He wanted to be up on deck, smelling the fresh sea air, working alongside the crew. And drinking. Everything seemed to be back to drinking, even perhaps the reason he had been injured in the fight, considering the amount of drink he had indulged in that morning.

His quest to stand was quickly abandoned and he returned to his spot on the cot, all he had to show for his efforts was droplets of sweat on his brow and a larger thirst than before. What was taking that lass so long? His stomach growled in reminder of his hunger, and he found himself strangely wondering if she was alright out there among the crew. They were rowdy after a haul, and this was a big haul... He cursed himself for his inability to do anything, as well as the fact that he cared.