Masina didn't let the temptation to sit in the field and eat plump little fruits sway her from her determination to assess their situation completely. It'd be fine to collect a few bunches of grapes when she was done though. Another swig from her wineskin helped. She'd never bothered to water her wine, didn't see the point in it, and now the burn of the strong beverage removed the sweet aftertaste of the grape.<br/><br/>Up the tower she went. A full circle birds eye view should help her decide what to do about the boat. She hoped for an inlet or some other easy way to hide or camouflage their presence. Failing that, maybe the best thing to do would be to make some colorful banners and make an advertisement of their occupation. She didn't like to bluff or hide and so as she climbed her mood soured. Neither option was appealing.<br/>