<div style="text-align: justify;">While the little boy joined the ship's crew out of his own free will, that little scared girl would have given the world to leave that damned vessel. She had no idea what was going on, or why she had been dragged in there. All she wanted was to go home and live in there again. But it seemed like her days with a family were gone. Too seasick and scared to eat, she had just stayed there and prayed silently that the men didn't harm her.<br/><br/>Her little hands were together as she prayed again when the little boy entered the room below decks. It was obviously a storage room, and a little dark. In there, among ropes, sacks of flour and other necessities, sat the scared little girl. <br/><br/>Her first reaction to the boy was a small scream and the attempt to hide. When she saw that the person wasn't one of thouse men, but a child like herself, the girl relaxed a little. Her big eyes raised to his face, as she looked for any signs of aggression. Finding none, she sighed and shook her head on a sad negative. "I will accept a little water, thank you. But I feel too seasick to eat", she explained. Her accent was British at its finest, and she had a soft and shy voice".<br/><br/>"I had not yet seen you in the ship", the girl completed, holding out her hand for the water the boy brought. "Did they take you away from home as well?"</div>