Kate watched the young man just portal out. *Wow, my cabin and I get to at last use magic. Kate stood in the middle of her room and clapped three times. Alright trunk all dress ware gets hung up in the closet. Underwear, socks, and pajamas in the dresser just like at home, neatly folded. Books in alphabetical order. "Treasure Island" you stay. Now mind you manners and no traffic accidents.*<br/>Kate waved her hands a if conducting an orchestra or a festival traffic.<br/><br/>The items were in place in 10 minutes. She had all her school books in one section. Her desk was organized neatly. Quill in its holder, blue ink in a bottle that fit perfectly in an ink holder. She had a sharpened set if graphite pencils in a case in her desk. Rice and parchment papers laid neatly in a notebook.<br/><br/>Items to be used later were left in the trunk and it fit nicely in the closet. Her lute case fit by the end of the shelves. She hung up a pegboard with her Favorited pictures her chestnut mare, a portrate of her older brother by two years brother, father, and little sister, Sara, younger by 5 years. Her closest friends Samantha, Adrianna, and LuCinda.<br/>playing in the snow.<br/><br/>Outside her door was a hand painted plaque with her name "Katherine". The background had pink and white rose back and her name in gold calligraphy.<br/>"Now the cabin is officially mine." She said as she placed a pillow with a "K" on the bed surrounded with stuffed animals. She set to play music a clear lacquered, wood inlayed box; when opened tiny mythological creatures danced and sang.<br/><br/>As music filled the room Kate began to write her teacher questions that she would present her after dinner.  The white quill dipped itself in the inkwell and the dictated what she said.<br/><br/>She spent the next hour having Robert Louis Stevenson read to her. I was still to early to change for supper. She picked up the necklace, "Main Deck bow rail."<br/><br/>Kate loved the fresh air and breeze on her face. Behind her sailors were hoisting provisions and the Captain was barking orders. He sounded like Captain O'Mally and could have been the man's twin. A highlands rouge accent. The sailors were a mixture of races and accents.<br/><br/>Few of the crew spotted her as the went about duties. Kate sat on a barrel and observed. A bit later the young man appeared midship. Kate waved to him. She knew better not to shout or the crew would be highly distracted.<br/><br/>Dermot looked like a complete different person. He looked distinguished and utterly handsome.