Rawlin sat on the floor, her legs spread out in a V formation with the map between them. Studying every inch as she mumbled to herself and ran her finger along lines that showed the edges of Terras all along the western side of the earth. Landing with her pointer finger on the smallest and furthest terra from her current location. "He should be here. Now if only there was a way around this area..." she trailed off, frowning as she recognized the most abandoned part of the skies. It was a huge expanse of nothing but skies right in the middle of her straight shot to the Black Market Terra. This space of skies was known for low visibility and sky pirates, who loved nothing more than wrecking ships, looting them, and leaving the ship's crew to die. Of course in this case, Rawlin did not have anything to worry about except for herself. With that in mind, she knew she could take care of herself well enough and given the fact she did not care what happened to the ship, just as long as she could get to the black market Terra in a week; the pirate skies were not something to worry about for her.<br/><br/>Folding up the map and using the wall to help her stand, Rawlin tossed the map on the Captain's desk and returned to her post beside the wheel. Flipping the auto pilot switch off as she placed her hands on the wheel, she turned the ship until it was facing due northeast. As she turned to walk away from the wheel, she flipped the auto pilot switch and moved to stand in front of the wall to wall window that showed her where she was steering. The white clouds stretched out for hundreds of miles in every direction as the ship floated through them, parting them as a ship would in the seas. Deciding to find the Captain's quarters and make herself comfortable, she left the control room and turned to the right. Glancing around at the different doors on both sides of the hall, she read their nameplates out loud to herself. "Mess Hall, Kitchen, Map room... Ah! Captain's quarters, found you at last," she told her herself triumphantly.<br/><br/>Pushing her way in, stopping once she opened it to survey the room. Rawlin shrugged her shoulders not very impressed with the room, though somewhat admitting that the bed was the comfiest thing she had ever seen. The bathroom was bigger than the whole house her father had abandoned her in. There was another desk, littered with many kinds of papers and maps on the far side of the room. Tsking at the fact her father was living in luxury, she muttered under her breath about how she thought he deserved a lot worse. Maybe the inside of a jail cell would be better suited for a man who abandoned his seven year old daughter who had lost her mother just two weeks before his disappearance. Tossing her rucksack on the bed, she followed after it, running and jumping to land on her back on the bed. Stretching out, a groan left her lips as she relaxed and settled into the bed.<br/><br/>Well...This was nice, but some company would have made it better. It was awful quiet with her best friend and had been for the past couple of weeks since he had been taken. Not many understood the dragon tongue, but since she had raised him, she did. Sitting up, she dumped the contents of her rucksack on the bed and sifted through the stolen goods. She would have to find a place to stop and sell them off on the way there. The glint of the pocket watch she had stolen just before she left the hotel caught her eye and she picked it up. Sliding her thumb over the smooth surface, she opened it and watched the little hands jump to each new second and minute before shutting it once more. Tossing it to the side, she simply shrugged and headed for the bathroom. She needed to wash her face and clear her head. No doubt there were obstacles waiting just around the corner for her.