The bottom deck, frozen in time if it could have been was dim and moss green around the pale brown light that flowed from the ceiling. The lower deck was long and down here the sway of the ship was felt more than it had been above. The floor boards above them creaked while the loose chain work swayed and rattled softly, over the ceiling thin copper pipes lined it all and each one would vein into the center were lights were. Each light was soft and made the lower deck dim and hard to see save to the ports at the ends. These ports were lamps so others could see each end. The area was neatly stocked and made up so you could get in and out without bumping into anything.<br/><br/>The air was heavy but it was only the feel of the room, the lights gave it a strange air to it. Even in the dim lighting the entire space seemed mystical and strange. The walls had moving cogs and gears with drop pins and weights moving constantly behind thick plastic so you could see it and know if it needed to be fixed in anyway. These mechanics were how the ship moved, it is what made it far more dangerous than a navy ship. The Rursum Caligo was a magnificent build, nothing out there was like it in style or make.<br/><br/>Ikol looked to him as she cleaned; she did want to see him beat Tes. It would be interesting to watch. She smiled and fluffed her whiteish hair before she began to clean more. She never glanced back up at him, "Tes was pretty much born on the ship. He knows more fights than most the crew. He also knows more of street fights and how to do those too." she said with a sniffled yawn, "Oh, I believe we are heading to the cove this ship is from, when we get there you can stretch your legs and do what ever. I'll probably go see if those wild horses are there still." she said quietly as a crew member brought in a few cups then left.