Sunlight streaming into her quarters pulled a small smile to her face. Having just been awoken from a nap, the light having fallen over her bed as the ship turned course, Adelia felt rested, relaxed. Legs dropping over the side of her bed, she stretched, loosing a yawn, and glancing out the window...only to see something on the horizon. Not a big something just yet, but enough to catch her attention.<br/><br/>Brow furrowing, Ade took hold of her shoulder wrap, pulling it tightly around her torso before slipping her feet into her shoes and wandering out to the deck. The ship's crew were busily working over the ropes and pullies, working at keeping the wind in steady supply and the deck looking spic and span. Emerald eyes sweeping over the deck, she tilted her head back, glancing at the poop deck to find her father talking to the man steering the ship.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Something feels...off...</span>she thought to herself, lifting her skirts a bit to climb the stairs and see her father. Though, as she got close enough, it was clear they were in deep conversation and she didn't want to bother him, so she contented herself with moving to the railing, staring out at what was beginning to look like a ship to her untrained eyes. Arms resting upon the smooth wood, she pondered what it could be, her mind working over the possibilities.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Could be a Prince's ship,</span>came her happy thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Someone traveling to see the world, gain their riches, and go off into the sunset with his betrothed. Or perhaps a pi-</span><br/><br/>"PIRATES, CAPTAIN!"<br/><br/>Her eyes widened, jumping by the sudden outburst as shouts were heard all over the ship. Rushing over, her father hastened her away from the railing, pulling her into his arms and taking her off the poop deck to consult with the captain.<br/><br/>"How far off are they?" he asked, eyes stern, body tense.<br/><br/>"Well we're not in range of their cannons yet."<span style="font-style: italic">Cannons?</span>she repeated in her mind, heart beginning to race.<br/><br/>"And we're not going to get in range of them, right?"<br/><br/>"Of course, Senhor Bernandes." And with that, he hastily excused himself, barking orders at the crew. Not that she could stay and watch as her father was rushing her down to the front end of the ship, away from the oncoming pirate ship, as if it would make much difference. Outwardly, she made sure to make it known her distaste and panic at the onslaught of trouble. Inwardly, she hoped they'd get close enough for her to see a pirate in real life, rather than simply hear stories, a fact she'd never admit.