Looking over the captain's shoulder, Kisara tilted her head to one side. "I have no idea why a Realm warship would be following us." That was the simple truth. They didn't send warships after deserters, her parents - or Dragons forbid, Grandmother - wouldn't have bothered, and the Hunt wasn't known for their navy.<br/><br/>The silver-haired woman squinted a bit, making out the sigil on the sails. "House Peleps, hmmm. Nope, not a clue, Captain." Kisara leaned back against the railing, braced up on her elbows. She hadn't expected to enjoy the feeling of being at sea so much, but she really did enjoy it. She would hate to have to do something . . . rash to the Captain if the other woman decided to press the issue. "Perhaps they're just heading in the same direction, and hope to catch us in some wrongdoing." Her voice turned bitter, not entirely feigned, as she added, "They do enjoy feeling superior."<br/><br/>Of course, even if she told the captain the truth, the smuggler likely wouldn't believe her. 'I'm an Anathema, trying to right the wrongs the Realm has done that's turned good people - like you - into lawbreakers and turned the world upside down.' Yeah, that would go over well. Like veil dancers at an Immaculate Calibration ceremony.