A moments hesitation- over her musket, not whether to follow him - she left it with their gear.  It had a hallmakr under the buttplate, she could identify the weapon at at a glance, and confirm her ownership with the mark.  She followed him eagerly.  Almost sighing with happiness as she came above deck and climbed a ratline,<br/><br/>She climbed slowly rather than swarming up like usual.  She was was studying the lines, the cables, looking for rot, sections that would need tarring.  She climbed slowly, relaxing as she rose.  Getting up high was always good, her smile size was an asset, not a hindrance up here.  but also.... the rigging was good.  This was a taut ship in the literal sense of the word.  The cordage was cared for and sound.  She waved to Arouj, shouted "She's good and tight, sound lines!"<br/><br/>And almost before she knew it... she was at the top of the mainmast.  Noticeable swing of the mast tip, but nothing like what she would have at sea.  She gloried in the movement.  Another plus, she wasn't prone to seasickness at all.  She grabbed the tip of the mast with one hand, braced a foot against it, and let the other leg swing free as she shaded her eyes with he free hand, taking in the vista of busy port and bustling harbor.