The ship hurled back and forth, side to side to the point where Aphra was pretty sure the ocean was angry for traveling across its unknown waters. The waves assaulted the side of the ship, sounding almost violent and the wind was wailing a high-pitched cry to the point where the young woman felt her ears ringing painfully. She was sitting on the floor, leaned up against the wall. She wasn't a huge fan of the ocean, having been almost carried away by a current as a child once upon a time ago. While Aphra hadn't been very eager in voyaging across the ocean blue to strange new land, she had to admit this would be quite the adventure. And she did love a good adventure.<br/><br/>The safe area that was kept wasn't really the best part of this adventure. While the cabins were considered the safest place, they placed everyone in the largest and hopefully most stable cabin in case the others were to start flooding. It wasn't the prettiest ship and the room was pretty bare minus a couple beds. There were a few chairs brought from other rooms, however, Aphra had opted to give her seat up to a tired mother with twins, reminding her of her brother Brenn. She had looked grateful and a few times during the voyage, Aphra had found herself helping the mother hold a baby while the other fed or slept. In fact, the entire group in the room silently offered assistance, knowing that the person sitting next to you could potentially be your neighbor. There seemed to be an understanding between them that if they made it through this, they would be one of first to settle in a new land. They had to survive this because if they couldn't make a boat ride, then how were they supposed to make it in this strange, new promise land?<br/><br/>The other women and children aboard the ship sat soundlessly in the room with her, clenching each other and staring at the sides of the ship, expecting seawater to smash through the thick wood and wipe them out for good. Like her, many just sat there, lost in their own thoughts and Aphra caught some snippets of their expressions, finding them almost too easy to read. Mostly praying to make it through this storm, some wishing their husbands, fathers, and brothers would return back to them, others were regretting their life choices, and few were very sexually frustrated. Aphra tugged at her damp, dirtied gown and sighed heavily. Sometimes, she wished that she was a boy. Women had to stay cooped up in the hose, behave like proper ladies, and act as if they know nothing else but how to raise children and clean a house. On the other hand, men were freer They didn' have to wear silly dresses and extra layers. They could roll around in mud, ride horses all day long, and climb trees. Briefly, she wondered if there would be a lot of trees in the New Land.<br/><br/>Aphra also was looking forward to a bath. She smelled terrible as well as the rest of the ship. The dark-haired woman shifted her weight, tucking her legs close to her side and leaning sideways across the wall, closing her eyes. Unlike her brother, her eyes were more of a hazel color than a light green. She didn't stand very tall, only reaching about 5'2 ft and had a very petite build that was admired by many. While the younger twin didn't share her brother's muscular built, she had inherited the speed, able to easily get away from Brenn whenever they were fooling around like children. Her long, thick hair was more of a dark brown than black color but really, it was hard to tell. Her skin was perhaps the palest one could ever be, sporting a small band of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had more delicate features than her brother, though there was little doubt that they were twins.<br/><br/>Finally, what seemed like almost eternity, the sea settled down and the storm drifted away, giving up on trying to end their lives. There was a collected gasp among the ground and slowly, they began to head back to their quarters, excitedly murmuring about how much longer it would take. Aphra hurried to their room, looking around and making sure most of their belongings were packed. They hadn't brought along a lot but it was enough to keep her mind distracted.<br/><br/>During this entire ordeal, she had been very worried about her brother, Brenn. When the women and children were evacuated below decks, she had begged to stay on board, wanting to help out in any way possible. Not really to her surprise, she was laughed at and brushed off, forced to leave her brother behind to do all the work. She hadn't found it very fair but there was nothing she could do about it. Had she gone up there doing the storm, especially what she was wearing, she would've been more of a hindrance than a help. Not to mention, Brenn would've been very displeased with her. He was a tiny bit overprotective in Aphra's opinion, however, she loved him very dearly and sat on the bed, anxiously waiting for his return.<br/><br/>Brenn came through the door soon enough, looking disheveled, soaked, and out of breath. Aphra searched him for injuries, so far, not finding any. She smiled happily as he announced that they were arriving and took his hand, allowing him to drag her out of the room and towards the deck. But first, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him close. "I'm glad that you are alright, Brenn," she murmured quietly, pulling away to meet his green eyes. "I'm alright...though, I imagine I feel much better than yourself."