The secret was out pretty quickly. She had hoped that her two non-god companions wouldn't learn it, but it seems things like that can't be kept a secret. It wasn't taken too badly, but it probably could've gone over much better and far quieter. At least the pirates didn't know, well, they guessed that she wasn't human, but no that she was God, and that was fine.<br/><br/>Zephyair was glad to see that they had indeed hit the open seas that morning and by the next nightfall hit, there was no land in sight. The excitement of sailing wore off quickly though and she stay mainly to their tiny quarters. She walked the deck at night and sat in the crow's nest. There wasn't much to do. After the first day or so of travel, she shed her armor and walked around in just the cotton under shirt and leggings, in black with red trim of course.<br/><br/>The next time land came into sight was five days after setting sail and not the Twin Cities, but instead a smaller port. Emris was the town's name and they were there only to pick up more supplies and catch news of what the High Overseer was up to now. There were whispers among the pirates of their plans to sell off the siren they caught and possibly leaving if either Zephyair or her little kidnapped companion stepped off the ship.<br/><br/>The ship came into port late afternoon. It was busy with traders and reeked of fish. Zephyair put on her cloak, leaving her armor, but buckling her sword to her waist. She needed to feed on something that didn't reek of magick...