Lantis forced himself to not grin at the punishment that the two recieved for their tardiness... although he believed it was more because they hadn't caused more trouble for the new crewpeople. It apparently had been only a narrow margin between being on deck and getting lashed... still, they had avoided a worse fate, for now.<br/><br/>He chewed the excuse for breakfast with singleminded determination. The things were little better than dirt at the best of times, and were tough to begin with. "Like chewing a rock." he said to himself while their watcher was busy with his knotted rope. "What I wouldn't give for a little tea or even some honey on a biscuit..." He wondered if the ship's store might have either...<br/><br/>Between his trips back and forth with the rope, tying proper knots and other task, he slipped below decks to explore a bit more.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Day's toils</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Profession (Sailor) check: 12<br/>He slips below decks and takes a peak into A4a.<br/><br/>Perception check: 24<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Lantis