â€œOh...â€ Willow said in a very sad tone at the mention of heavy rain. That would mean she would have to go back into the hold of the ship. If she stayed outside then she would be soaked to the bone and probably get sick. Being sick would mean that she would be trapped inside the ship even longer along with being miserable. Due to the speed of her departure, Willow did not have any spare cloths on her so if her cloths got wet, then she would stay wet. Her crankiness left her a little bit with the vast disappointment with the rain. It was also hard to say being cranky at someone that one did not respond to it and was being polite to you.<br/><br/>Feeling something wet and rough lick her hand, Willow actually smiled as she looked down at Simon. â€œSo you salty sea dog, still have not figured out I am a rotten apple?â€ She said to the dog kneeling and beginning to rub  behind his ears and down his back. Petting the dog made her feel better like it normally did. Her parents raised her hounds for hunting. Of course she was not allowed to play with them, but it did not stop her form doing so anyway. Simon was fear more intimidating looking than her parents dogs, but she also found that he could be so much cuter.  â€œI appologize for my previous rudeness. I do not like confined spaces and it makes me cranky.â€ Willow said  in a low voice feeling bad about her snideness.<br/><br/>â€œLand, Land, we are going to shore...Can I go, can I, can I?â€ Willow begged hearing Korina say that they were making for land. â€œHow long are we going to stay?â€ She said seeming more excited than she had since she had come aboard this ship. Not only was this a good time for her to get away from the confides of the ship but it would give her a chance to hone her skills. If it was only going to be for an hour or two then, she probably would stick to so pick pocketing. Not really her style but fun none the less. If it was longer than that she would have to see about something slightly more lucrative.