[[Survival roll:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/117347">Survival At Sea</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span>somehow succeeds. Will be staying on deck until night falls-<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/117348">Perception Roll</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">30</span>to spot stuff.]]<br/><br/>Watching the burgeoning tiff with a grin, Alizome finds someplace out of the way to relax and sit down, letting the sway of the ship soothe her instead of make her ill. Not too terrible. "I usually only get as close to sailing as a bathtub," she says to nobody in particular. "Strange feeling to not have buildings all around me, but... not one I don't like, I have to say." She knows little to nothing about the navigational details, and is secure enough in her own talents to not want to interfere with others' expertise. Instead, her interest is in the crew- how well they work together and move as one, seemingly almost to react to the captain's commands before they come. Abruptly, though, it strikes her that there's a very simple reason why the spray and swaying deck don't affect her at all, drawing a grin to her face- but then, she couldn't quite tell people how many similar it was to being inside a stomach, only less cramped, lighter, and cooler. The swaying? Try being inside a giant's belly as it walked. This was nothing.<br/><br/>At length, then, Alizome went down to the cabin- she could curl up on a floor corner without much issue if she could but find something to wedge herself in so she didn't roll down the... whatever sailors called a hallway.