John
*Björn heaved the anchor up as the ship flew into motion! It was somewhat shaky to begin with but it seemed to smooth out... Guees Ves was faring well as the helmswoman.* "Seems good down here!" *He yelled up to her as he tightened a bandage over his bicep.*

*The sun shone bright in the sky, illuminating all that there was to see on a peerlessly clear and sunny day. The sound of Gulls could be heard overhead as they circled the mast. Björn admired them when he noticed the turn of the ship make the sails lose wind... A puzzling issue. Björn stuck his finger in his mouth before holding it out in the air. The wind didn't follow the ship... The sails need to turn with the wind!* "Stay on course Ves! I have an idea!"

*Björn knew the wind. It was a constant companion and a friend in this free new world. He began to unloop the rope around one of the ties holding the sails straight. The wind blew hard and threatened to drag Björn off the ship with how hard it struck the side of the sail! Thankfully, Björn steadied his footing on the boat and began to pull the rope with some effort, making the ship's sails turn with it, ensuring they stayed filled. He tied it back down and looked to Ves with a thumbs up. He felt very clever."

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Christina
Ves smiled into the wind, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of sailing. The sea splashed against the bow of the ship and mist hit her face, making her laugh. She noticed when the sails no longer filled with wind and frowned as they slowed. What happened? 

Björn seemed to notice as well and got to work with the rope. Ves held steady on her end, eyes widening in alarm when he was almost swept off the deck! She almost let go of the wheel, but fortunately held tight. The wind caught the sail again with Björn's help and the ship jerked into motion.

"Good job, Björn!" She said with a cheerful grin. "How far do you think we should go? I'm just following the coastline..." She explained. Soon the town of Broughton had faded into the distance behind them and Ves breathed a little easier. She wondered absently if Kip had managed to make it safely to shore. Yet she didn't dwell on the thought. It didn't really matter. Kip didn't really matter. 

She considered the helm, running her fingers lightly over the polished wood. She liked the way it felt in her hands. Her tail swayed back and forth as she considered before looking back up at Björn. "Could you bring me the map? Maybe we can figure out where we're at and see if there are any other towns along the coast."

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John
*Björn called back to her, cupping his hand around his mouth.* "I have no clue! Is there anything on the coastline? I don't know what could be here!" *He tightened the sail after adjusting to her traversal. As he did so, he pondered Kip's fate. He wished he had killed him, tied all loose ends... That choice could come back to bite them both later...*

*Björn looked over the coastline with a satisfied smile as he tried to suppress the thought. Even the sun was blessing him with warm rays on his skin. The salty air and spray was also refreshing for him too. The Goliath was well suited to working on not just boats. Goliaths like Björn were masters of craft and labor with arguably unparalleled endurances. He was not to be seen as a slacker in any way shape or form. He hoped that the fish would bring good profits. Even if he removed the owner, he wanted to do his job well.*

"Coming up!" *He called as he grabbed the map from her satchel and held it in his tight grasp, ensuring it didn't fly away in the wind. He ascended the wooden staircase and approached the Helm. It was a nice view from there, for a couple who have never been on a boat before at least. It mattered not that it was a smaller fishing vessel, to them it was their home for the time being. Maybe they could sell the boat too if seafaring became too hard to live on.* "Here." *He held the map out for her, laying it against his torso so she can see all the contents.*

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Christina
"Okay!" Ves said cheerfully as she unraveled the map across Björn's chest. "So... I *Think* These markings here are Broughton. You'll have to read the letters and tell me for sure. So I guess that means we're somewhere out here." She traced the invisible line with her finger. "So that is Dasvaz and we're traveling this way, along the opposite coast. There's the big city we were originally heading towards. It's a bit inland though. Hmm. I don't know what to do really, or where to go. I wish I could read! It would have made this a lot easier."

Ves was a little frustrated by her inability to make more sense of the map. All she could do was point and describe what she saw. She was jealous of Björn's reading skill. An idea occurred to her then. "Björn... Could you maybe teach me to read? Like you did with the word 'tavern.' I want to learn." She gazed up at him with big pleading eyes.

Feeling embarrassed to be begging, Ves cleared her throat and rolled up the map. "In any case... We should figure out how to put the sails up. I think we're far enough away from Broughton that we can lower the anchor again. I really want to do some more in-depth snooping, especially in Kip's room. And the box! I still need to open that box I found. I wonder what's inside."

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