<div style="text-align: justify;">Natalie kept on drinking slowly, after asking the boy whose name she didn't know if he had been taken like her. She was sure most of the men hadn't. But he was just a child like herself, and that could be the case. His answer cut this trail of thoughts, though, and she decided just to listen. His words about his brother made her wonder. Had he simply abandoned his little brother? Or maybe something had happened to him? No, she wouldn't ask questions for now. They would not - she was almost sure - be received kindly. But thinking about anything else other than her own situation helped.<br/><br/>His words on being nothing like her sounded harsh. But they were true, weren't they? For one, he seemed perfectly fine with being in the ship. He was probably used to the sea. He was a boy, which was a very obvious difference. And he seemed... happy to be there? No, happy was not the word, Natalie's mind corrected. Content, perhaps, would work out better as a term. He seemed used to it, and didn't seem to dislike that life.<br/><br/>Maybe she could get used to it as well? That is, if she was allowed to stay at all. That didn't seem likely, though. Nobody had told her to do anything or given her a chore, after all. They would probably have done it if she were to be a member of the crew. The boy's voice, this time addressing her situation, made Nat's eyes gaze up at him. She took a deep breath just to make sure she was feeling better, before speaking. Her voice sounded firmer now, and it was easier to hear her. "I have not, it is true. I had never left London before, and for the places I went to, my two feet were good enough as transportation".<br/><br/>After a long moment of hesitation, the girl dared to speak again. "What will be made of me?", she asked softly, unsure about whether or not she actuall wanted that answer.</div>