John
*He turned to look at her, tightening his bandages.* "Very good! I think you have made a good start." *He patted her head as he praised her. Before crouching to her level in a heels-down squat.* "That is a V. You have two types of letters: V... Owls and... Let me think." *The Goliath's face went blank as he thought of what the word was. It was on his tongue... Began with a c...*

"Cowls. Yeah, that's it. Vowls and Cowls. Vowls are Ay, Eeh, Eye, Oh, and You. Cowls are the other 15...I think?" *Björn was slow and didn't fully grasp languages. He could speak as good as any other especially with the language he picked up in the Pits but when it came to teaching literacy... He was a knuckleheadded man.*

"I can try and teach more later. We have to tie those sails up. I can try but..." *He looked at the bandages that were bound tight against his bicep and shoulder. Crimson blood was leaking through them. He dabbed his finger in wound slightly and bit his lip momentarily. He got lost in the moment and smeared his bloody finger across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, making a red streak of paint across him. He came back to his senses and looked to her.* "Shrike would be better help."

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Christina
"Vowls and cowls," Ves repeated solemnly. She felt proud of herself for learning. Maybe one day she would be as fluent as Björn. Her tail twitched about excitedly as she studied her name again. If that was a V, then the other letters were the 'es.' She wondered what they were called.

There would be time for that later. First they needed to deal with the sails. Ves flexed her rope-burned hand and flinched, but nodded to Björn. "I'll get it done. Just tell me how," She said as she moved to the mast. She took a moment to wrap a bandage tightly around her hand, then began to climb. 

She was even more worried about Björn's wounds. "When I get done, we'll rewrap your injuries. It's not good that you're bleeding through the bandages." She was silently kicking herself for having him handle the anchor. They should have rested rather than set sail. If only she hadn't been so careless.

With Björn shouting instructions up at her, Ves managed to figure out how to tie the sails up. It wasn't perfect, but together they got the job done. Ves noted that she would have to work on her knots as she double-checked the ropes before carefully climbing down. At least now the ship wasn't straining against the anchor. The boat still bobbed in the waves, but it felt rather peaceful. 

Setting her clawed feet onto the deck, Ves smiled brightly up at Björn. "Let's go below deck. I want to see if Kip had any more food onboard. I'm hungry." She also wanted to see what other supplies the other Kobold had been hiding. Hopefully there would be something to help them in their travels. 

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John
*Björn nodded his head silently, as he always did. It was a subtle nod of understanding, agreeance and much more - an unspoken language bespoke to the Goliath himself. Along with his grunts, snarls and huffs, he almost had a comprehensive language with only two who knew it, those two being himself and Shrike.*

*Björn would read the book as best he could, calling up things she must do with his loud and grumbling voice. Shrike accompanied Ves up in the rigging and when she looked confused, he would squawk and hop around, directing her with his small ethereal claws and ghostly pecks at certain hooks and sheets.*

*As the boat began to settle, and Ves made her way down (with Björn directly under her until she was within a safe distance... Just incase she fell). He stepped back as she stepped down from her climb and listened to her proposition.* "You did good Ves. Very well. Let us explore together."

*The Brutish Goliath then looked to his Familiar and lifted his upper lip slightly to bear his teeth and made another distinctive huff. The Bird, clearly understanding the primitive notion, bobbed his body up and down in what seemed to be a sign of understanding. Shrike then perched himself above the doorway to the lower decks and nestled comfortably, his large red eyes narrowing as if he was focusing.*

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