Safira slipped quietly from her hammock and grabbed her jacket to slip on to protect her from the cool morning air. The crew quarters were hot from the crowd of bodies, but the deck wouldn't be. The jacket was a dull, dark red and patched. The colour was useful for hiding blood stains and also because it didn't pull out any of the unnatural highlights in her hair. If she didn't wear blue or purple, her thick hair simply looked an honest black against her pale skin. It's very boring nature made her look more human, which had been useful. She was used to keeping her lashes lowered to hide the deep indigo of her eyes. Human blue was a much different, much paler shade.<br/><br/>It was still odd being on a ship, she was adjusting to the movement fine, but she hadn't spent too much time at sea before. A few short hops looking for somewhere else to be, working her way from one port to another. Captain's didn't normally want unskilled labor, it got in the way, so she wasn't going to get a chance to get somewhere distant. Even being born on a seaside town, it wasn't like she'd been welcome on the fishing boats. This made her distinctly not a real sailor, despite her having hungrily acquired all the knowledge she could. Even having acquired the basics well enough to not be a giant pain to everyone on deck, she knew that she was hired only for her medical ability.<br/><br/>The man hadn't needed to say it was a pirate ship for her to know, other crews didn't fight often enough to hunt down a healer who wasn't a skilled sailor. It made her feel excited, and perhaps a bit terrified, the chance to actually leave all she'd known and get somewhere honestly far distant. Of course even when an agreement was long term, she was used to the chaos of life. Maybe she would have time to become a real sailor, or maybe like her last job someone would decide to clean up the trouble makers. Her biggest hesitation with a ship was that it was much more difficult to escape. On the other hand she'd been feeling pretty cornered after the last bandit clean-up had eradicated her previous employment.<br/><br/>Everyone was close in a bandit camp, so the crew quarters didn't bother her. In fact she liked being able to check on everyone, liked the comfortable hammocks. Making a soft clicking sound with her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she wandered from one end of the crew quarters to the other. Pulses of magic spread from her as she moved with her head tilted in a listening pose.<br/><br/>Safira managed to slip through the chaos of everyone tumbling from bunks and readying themselves for the day without provoking any annoyance. At least until she stopped and her hand snapped out to grab an arm. The ship's carpenter looked at her and said with an angry snarl, "It's just a scratch woman." A few weeks was enough for him to become annoyed with her. It was also enough time for him to have learned that he was not<span style="font-style: italic">able</span>to pull away when she decided to repair him. So there was only a glare and no tussle. Really it wasn't her fault he was accident prone. Dark lashes lifted and her indigo eyes met his, her tone peaceful and soft, "Then stop getting scratches." She ran a finger slowly down his sleeve and then nodded and released him. So they would be last on deck again, big deal.