<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6c974e23fa7e44ecb43d0d28de6e2cfc~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_876,h_701,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/991d95_6c974e23fa7e44ecb43d0d28de6e2cfc~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rachel Reade<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Able seaman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza / At Sea<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arvad, Open<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>Nancy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Discovery<br/><hr/><br/>Rachel moved about the deck with an ease born of familiarity.   She was no stranger to the sea and rarely suffered from any sort of malaise, even in rough waters.   Well, there was that one time, going 'round the Horn, but more than half the crew was puking in their hats over that one.  With no further clue as to their destination, and the call of noon given, with the turning of the glass, Rachel headed for the galley, got her plate of stew from Nancy, the cook, a hunk of bread and an apple, and then she was off to find a quiet place to eat.<br/><br/>Moving along the gundeck, she headed for the stairs, pausing to light a candle, and then closed the glass of the lantern containing it before she once more picked up her plate and headed down below.  Weaving a path between barrels and crates, and yes, animals she found a place amongst the sheets of spare canvas, and after hanging the lantern up, she folded to a sit, back braced against a beam as she began to spoon up the stew.<br/><br/>She was no more than three bites in when she heard the groan, and she went still, listening further.   Was it just a groan of the ship's timbers?  Slowly, she set the plate on top of a  nearby crate, before her legs unfolded and she rose, moving toward the spot the sound had seemed to come from.  Leaning over a crate, she looked around, and then down, one brow rising as, despite the dim light, she spotted the slacker amongst the lines coiled on the deck.   "Well you're rather a mess, aren't you?"   And since that cask of wine was gently rolling back and forth with the movement of the ship, she scrambled over the crate to get it tied down properly.<br/><br/>"And what have you been doing here, sneaking into the spirits already?  Bosun'll be swinging the cat for that."  She looked back at him as she got the cask secured and it was only then that she noted the blood on his face.  "What have you done here?"   Reaching out, she lifted the hair at his forehead to get a better look, but with the dim lighting, she wasn't able to see much.    "Let me grab the lamp..."<br/>