The table had been cleared in the night, so Scathatch would find nothing to eat.  Still, she would find help from the quartermaster, a smiling dwarf with a cropped white beard.  "Well, this part of the boat might be soaked soon," he said, "so we might as well get some use out of the provisions while they're still good."  He presented the angler with four long snappers, rubbed in salt and a savory brown spice.  "Oh, and welcome to the surface!"<br/><br/>There are no tips for the bard this time, the rest of the crew is far too busy.  Delina stops and smiles at Mio every time she sees him, though, as she goes to her task.<br/><br/>Kalkat was working nearby as he noticed Taizee sleeping on the crack in the boat.  For a moment, he pauses, staring at the mermaid and her sloshy belly.  A whistle makes him jump on his feet, though, swaying for a moment before he speeds off into the boxes.<br/><br/>When morning comes, the ship has sunk by almost a foot and has slowed quite a bit.  Breakfast is delayed.  "We'll have time later," the Captain explains, her face surprisingly soft.  "Trust me, we're almost there."  Sure enough, two hours later, just after Lili'fey's tummy has finished its morning protests, a small shape is on the horizon.<br/><br/>The moment Abylus wakes up, Ibika is waiting for her.  "Good timing," he says.  His eyes are bloodshot and his hair is matted down by a mix of sweat and seawater.  The moment he has some adhesive, he takes the jar and spirits it down.  He then returns to grab more the moment it's available.