The singer was good, a bard according to those who sent us all on this quest.  It was certainly nice to stand and listen to music while the wind kicked up by the boats passage cooled and caressed.   She shifted slightly, stretching idle muscles.  The song had been heartening; as she was sure the singer meant it to be.<br/><br/>She speaks still leaning against a piece of the ship, "Thank you, Sir. James.  It was quite a good idea to sing such a song."  The quiet voice is melodious, slightly husky in its disuse.  She studies the other members of this quest, wondering about their how their journey will progress.<br/>