Being drenched to the skin seemed to become a habit in the last few days, but instead of being light and drizzly the rain had become heavy. The winds had picked up as well and even from her limited experience of being on sea Ish was glad that this was the Baltic sea and not the North Sea, because otherwise the crossing would have been much less pleasant.

She sat atop of a box filled with loot that was strapped down at the stern of the ship and watched Maleus steering the ship while waves pounded it's sides and sent the spray over the railing periodically. Her wet her was plastered to her face and she dearly wished for a hot drink to hold on to. Or a hot bath. A smile let the corners of her mouth curl upwards and even in the biting cold, her centre began to feel warm. Embarassed by they path her thoughts had began to wander, she still kept her eyes on the Dane's back.