Alois ignored the cargo's sigh as she stood, a complaint which he did not care about. She was weak, a civilian, but in time she would get used to this.<span style="color: #BFFFBF">"W-what... now?"</span>He heard her say in English.<br/><br/>"Follow me," He beckoned, leading the way down a flight if stairs to the lower deck of the second rate ship, where there were rations. The worn wooden boards creaked slightly as he made his way down the steps. The interior was dark, illuminated with by the light from the portholes and the stairs. He held out a hand, greeting the man on guard for the rations, "A bit of water for the cargo. Can't have her dying on us before we even reach port." The man nods and gestured that he should do it himself, seemingly reluctant to move himself from his seated position on the hammock.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Scheisse, can't even move your fat ass out of my damned way.</span>He moved past the man, picking up a tankard and moving over to the barrels. He checked their labels before opening the lid of the one which read "water" and scooped up the liquid and replacing its cover. He returned to the girl, ushering her away from the guard for he feared his tone of voice could give away his thoughts of the man. "Drink up," he added, passing her the cup, "It'll help ease the seasickness." He looked at her pale face,<span style="font-style: italic">yep, it would certainly help, considering she looked like she could be retching any moment now, not that it would kill her.</span>