Cygnus raised an eyebrow. "That is true. How did you know? We are a mere two days from shore," Cygnus stated. It was surprising how the slave could tell. Although, he didn't know why. Perhaps it had been indicated to him by some of the subtle signs sprawled across his desk. Or the slave realized it because the captain had took it upon himself to feed him, so that he wouldn't look so starved.<br/><br/>Altair did not voice any complaints, as he began to drink from the bottle. It almost felt like he were tending to a child that couldn't be breastfed. He set the bottle on the floor, so that the slave could drink himself. "I'm not some wet nurse. You can eat yourself. I only prepared the food because I imagine that you would be too stupid to figure out how to eat it yourself," Cygnus explained. "A slave like you would eat the pork straight and break your teeth on the hardtack." He nudged the bowl forward to the slave, continuing to watch him. The slave hesitantly took the spoon in hand, prodding at the mixture in the bowl and picking at it. He thought of it to be Altair figuring out if the nourishment was actually poisonous. Spooning just a little bit in his mouth, before spooning more.<br/><br/>It was watching him that made Cygnus realize his own hunger.<i> The last time I ate myself was... </i>He could only recall eating the same night Altair did, after the slave had been sent away back to the brig. Then he had made a meal himself. The past two days had gone by in a blur, forgotten in all of the havoc that occurred on board.<i>I need to eat before I become a captain made of sticks. </i>He got up from the floor, heading back to behind his desk.<br/><br/>Settling down in his chair, Cygnus pulled out the drawer once more and pulled out the last parcel.<i>I need to create more parcels, it seems. </i>For sake of convenience Cygnus had packed parcels in his desk, for when he needed to eat. It was easier than having to go below decks and sift through their storage for barrels of what were more than likely wormy biscuits. Making parcels also lessened the chances of him eating wormy biscuits — one or two worms he could stand, but when the biscuit was more worm than biscuit, it proved to be difficult to eat. Again he unwrapped the cloth, taking a deep swig of his beer. He reached into the drawer again, pulling out a brass chalice - one that he had taken from an Ellanian ship years past. Seeing as his bowl was spent on Altair, he used the chalice to soak his hardtack and pork in.<br/><br/>When taking the first bite out of the pork, Altair decided to speak. A mild shock to him, seeing as how the slave had been at a loss of words before.<i>"... There are none, slave. </i>I thought you were aware of this. Weiss has never been a slaver's land. Although, when we reach land, I will sell you to a master of sorts... one that will hide you away, for slaves are forbidden on Weiss ground. Rest assured that he will end your misery. I'm sure of it," Cygnus answered. "The closest thing to a Weiss slave you could find is me." He took another swig of beer, relishing the sensation of his thirst being quenched.