Talon rolled out of his bed, hitting the floor of his cramped little cabin loudly.  Standing and stretching slowly, he yawned as the thin blanket fell from his body.  Pressing against his back, all of his joints popped and cracked like a man twice his age.  Sleeping every night in that hammock was not doing him any favors.  Grabbing the bottle of water by his small sink, Talon began washing the taste of sleep from his mouth.  The sink and toilet was literally a step away from his hammock, which was suspended over the pile of things he could call his own.  Nothing too much, as he preferred to keep things simple. A few tools, a few sets of clothes, and a collection of keepsakes hidden in the shadows of the pre-dawn light. A casual glance out of the port hole gave Talon a shock.<br/><br/>The sun was almost up. The first rays of light were peeking over the horizon.  Any moment the hunting party would ride down the lines and begin the critical search for food and supplies.  It was a hunting party that Talon was supposed to be part of.  With a flurry of near panic mumbling, he grabbed his pants, nearly jumping into them.  Stomping into his boots, Talon fell over, taking up the entire floor of his tiny cabin. Somehow the boots were laced before he managed to stand, and in a rush the huge man sped out of the cabin, through the small galley and onto the deck in little more than three steps. A singe piece of fruit was missing from the bowl on the skill dark counter.<br/><br/>The Longfathom ship had been a part of the Cloudweaver for nearly thirty years.  Over that time the repairs and adjustments had blurred the line between them. All of the power, water, and food that Talon had came direct through the larger ship.  And much larger it was.  The ship Talon's family had arrived in was little more than a dinghy.  Some old weekend cruiser from before during the old times.  Talon's grandmother wouldn't stop talking about it, telling stories as though she had been there herself.  The old woman was losing her mind, and probably believed her own wilder and wilder stories.  But still, harmless tales would entertain the children on board. Children that Talon nearly trampled on his rush to the launching bay.<br/><br/><em>Kids already going to class?</em>He thought, a banana nearly half a meter long tucked under his arm.<em>I must be late!</em>Dodging along the narrow walkways, Talon made it to the launch bay, cursing himself to see the lines ready and several of the hunting party ready to go.  But not everyone. Breathing a sigh of relief, he began reading his weapons and tools. Bow, quiver of arrows, machete, hunting knife, and all set in his satchel just as he left it.  Slinging the strap over his shoulder, he saw a pair of girls whisper and giggle from across the open bay.  Feeling his face heat up, he tried to ignore it and instead start eating his banana breakfast.