<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Jerika.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jerika Almsworthy<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Albatross, top deck<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The short span of distance between the ship and the island stretched out for seeming miles, but at last the small group reached the shore.  Jerika hopped out of the longboat, taking care not to get her boots any wetter than was necessary and breathed a long, slow sigh of relief.  She stumbled at her first few steps on the sand as her body readjusted to having a surface under her feet that did not move ... or at least moved so slowly that she could not discern it.  Her body adjusted quickly, and she smiled.  The expression felt odd on her face, for she couldn't remember a smile prompted by anything other than the basics of politeness since the Albatross had first set sail.<br/><br/>She took a few more steps just to make sure she had found her balance again, and then moved over toward Sir Ulfric to await his direction.  He had made it clear that he was in charge, and that suited her well enough for now.  They were in unknown territory, so it was better to have one deciding the direction instead of running off willy-nilly and he might as well do it as any.<br/><br/>She smiled again when she heard Gori state his intent to never set foot on a boat again.  Never was a long time, but nonetheless she liked the sound of the word in that context.  "You, and me as well.  My boots like the earth and sand beneath them, and furniture that does not require nailing to the floor."<br/><br/>She did not volunteer to accompany the scouts -  such skills were not hers.  When they found danger, then was when she would have an opportunity to shine.  For now, it was best simply to pull her weight.  Nor did she begin moving until Ulfric stated the ruins as their destination.  Only then did she shoulder her pack and begin walking, though her stomach lurched somewhat as if in mockery of the worst days of the voyage when they had first started out.  Ragnar's talk of food did not sit well, but she hoped that hunger would soon return, else before long she might well be too weak for the fires to obey her command.<br/><br/>When their leader began to move, she fell in a few feet behind him, keeping a little off to the side so that she could keep an eye out for movement to the sides.