Mala lay on her stomach, arms underneath her chin. The idea that she now belonged to him and this ship made her want to cry again. The only thing she belonged to was the sea. She looked up at him, her eyes still large, but not as afraid as before. "Fresh fish is what I eat, and I don't need much water. Look" Gingerly, she slipped the seal skin off her hips, showing her long, slender legs. They were the same color as she was; a lighter color than her seal skin, with the same dapple pattern. She was still naked, but she didn't seem to mind him noticing her. She flexed her legs, stretching them after being in the seal pelt for so long. However, the skin she held tightly to her chest. This was her only connection to the sea. If it was lost, her whole world would be too.<br/><br/>She pulled herself back slightly when he held a small box towards her. Slowly, she reached out and opened it to reveal a large, beautiful conch that reminded her even more of the ocean where she thought she would never return to. She shook her head, "I don't need to hear or see the ocean, I need to BE in the ocean. You wouldn't understand." She looked away, appearing pained.<br/><br/>The sound of music playing, however, seemed to brighten the mood in the room. She slowly stood and, though it was only normal for her kind to dance at midnight to dawn, she needed some release. As the boat rocked forth and back, Mala danced, seeming to lose herself in the music. She hummed along after a while, though she hardly smiled. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps in the hallway made her open her eyes and sit down hard on the bed, taking a tight hold of her seal skin.