<div style="text-align: justify;">"It matters, the cargo must be in good condition if we want to make profit". The captain gave his answer without looking at the boy. He had to keep his eyes out for anything out of the ordinary, after all. There were no other ships in sight, but that could change in a second. As captain, the Dutch man could spend his days doing anything - studying maps, sleeping in his cabin, counting profit. But he chose, whenever possible, to be at the helm of his ship. <br/><br/>The reason for that was one, and one alone. Captain Van Kaan was a suspicious man. Despite the fact he had a fairly loyal crew, the man trusted no one. He trusted only himself, and what his eyes could see. The young boy named Alois had some share of the captain's confidence. That was true, though, only because he was still too young. <br/><br/>At everyone else, the captain saw the seed of disloyalty. His biggest fear was a mutiny, and the man believed keeping a close eye on his crew would prevent it. Only Fate would tell whether or not he was right.<br/><br/>While the captain kept on with his self assigned duty, the little cargo looked up at Alois. His order - it was an order, after all - was met with a soft sigh. She was unsure about her own balance. Yet, the girl obeyed and stood up slowly, her hands resting against the nearest solid bit for support. Nodding as if to indicate she was going to be able to stay on her feet, the little girl turned her gaze to the boy. "W-what... now?", she asked, trying to speak as little as possible, but still communicate. And, of course, hoping the boy could speak her language.</div>