Aris glanced at the man, covered in blades that glistened in the sun. He must be the man in the crow's nest, she thought as he murmured something under his breath to her. She gave a brief nod to this and he walked off.<br/><br/>She had been on that ship for little more than 3 weeks, but already she had been caught and put into service by the captian. A cook, feh, she was much more capable doing other sorts of things, rather than the degrading process of watching meat cook and water simmer.<br/><br/>The man the captian called 'Crow' lingered, watched her in some kind of fascination. He clearly hadn't seen a woman in many a moon, like most men who set out onto open sea, or air for that matter. But he looked at her differently than the others. What was different, she had no idea.