"'Hoy lass" Amora, leaning against the railing, glanced over at one of the crew who had just set himself beside her. Amora gave a faint smile of acknowledgement before turning back to watch the water splash against the wooden hull.<br/><br/>The man let out a chuckle, "Your friend there is quite the loud sleeper." he nodded towards the foscle, where a loud snoring could be heard. Amora didn't seem to amused, "He's not my friend...he only pulled me along here." The first mate looked at her, arching a brow, "Not exactly yer cup o' tea, is he?" Amora slowly shook her head. He gave a sympathetic grin, holding out a hand, "Well lass, the name's Jasper. If ye need anythin', just let me know." Amora smile appreciatively, shaking his hand, "Thanks."<br/><br/>Amora glanced over his shoulder at the brown speck growing bigger and bigger in the distance. "What is that?" Jasper strained his neck, eyes suddenly widening. He suddenly ran past her towards the foscle, yelling back, "Sorry lass, this is important!"<br/><br/>"C'mon men, git yer asses in gear! Move it!" Shouts could be heard as men started piling on deck, the last of which was Lotor, looking like he just rolled out of bed, err, hammock. "This had better be good..." he grumbled, snatching a eyeglass from one of the men and putting it to his eye. He lowered it, eyes narrow slits, "Damn Pickering, probably sold himself out to those robe-wearing fools! I told him this would happen..." he growled to himself, then shouted at the others, "Can't this hunk of firewood go any faster?!"<br/><br/>Amora looked concerned, "What's going on?" Lotor turned to her, giving one of his 'everything's fine' grins. "Nothing my dear, but just in case, you should go below. We wouldn't want you to get in the way." Amora stood there, hardly able to understand what he meant, when Jasper came up and gave her a light push in the right direction, "Better listen to him lass, things may get messy."<br/><br/>Amora sat in the corner of the barracks, uncertain what was happening above. Glancing over at some of the belongings of the crew, she recognized a black box of Lotor's.<span style="font-style: italic">That's the one he was trying to open earlier...</span>she thought, pulling it towards her. Her nimble fingers managed to pry the latch off, and she slowly opened it, not knowing what was inside. A hand suddenly appeared from behind her and slapped the lid back on before she could get a good look. Amora shrank back, hoping Lotor wouldn't punish her for snooping through his things. Lotor wagged a finger at her, grinning, "You shouldn't look through a man's things, Amora. It isn't polite." He pushed the box back into place with his foot, then went back up the steps.<br/><br/>Amora let out a breath, she had expected much worse. What he had said confused her, how was the box's contents his when the name on it said otherwise?