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Avelop, also if the crows nest hidden in the shadows smiled, ''Not supposed to be here?'' he asked not looking at her, ''Your well hidden.'' He finally looked at her and smiled, ''I'm Avelop, nice to meet you...'' He then sat down as well.

Tracey moved the wheel and called, "Let loose the sails, we have wind to catch." There were many days just as perfect for sailing like this. Most of the time, those days passed him by, not this time, not while he had his own ship.

"Riggings?" Fleur-de-lis asked, looking up from her book at the man. "I thought this was the crew quarters!" She lifts her head up and leans forward to look out from the crow's nest down to the ship below. "Damn it," she mutters to herself before shrugging and returning back to her book.

"Nowhere that comes to mind at the moment," Fleur responds, turning a page in her book. "My duty is in combat, or insuring that the cannons are in working order." She momentarily looks up from her to look at the man before she finishes, "Since we are not in combat, and since the cannons are in top shape, there's nothing for me to do but relax until I am needed."

Parlan saw that only one other had jumped to the Captin's orders, so he tossed down his mop and went to help the poor soul. "I'm Parlan," he said to the other in an attempt to get to know somebody on the ship. His strong body glinted in the sun as a sheen of sweat covered him swiftly. He was a sweater. The ropes to the sails held firm, but soon gave way to flare open and embrace the wind. "Captin' Tracey, shall I hoist anchor?" He was only the rapair boy and was a bit out of place helping the ship hands. He didn't care though.

Isabel was leaning against the railing at the stern of the ship, outlooking the water below. The ship was going to set sale soon. She was excited to be leaving this city. It reminded her of home. She had done her shopping while she was here, it was all locked away with the rest of her belongings. She figured most of it would disappear before they reached their next stop but she was very a**l about looking her best no matter the occasion.

She heard the captain's orders and she got to work. Work to avoid work. She hated working with the men, they were dirty and they smelt funny. It always made her uncomfortable. She quickly walked away from her post, avoid glances with the captain. He heels knocked on the wood of the ship's floor as she passed.

As she walked she passed by a few of the males she despised so well, but she always winked or drew attention to herself. She would never follow up on any of her innuendo's and her brother would come and stop her, but she didn't see him anywhere.

After a few flirtatious glances, she reached where she was planning to go. She was at the opening the door and slipping down the old wooden stair to the crew area where they slept, ate, and stored things. This was where she spent most of her time when she was able to get away from actual labor.

She sat down on a barrel, and reached behind her, pulling out a burlap sack. She crossed her legs and pulled out an old parchment filled book. It was her diary, where she wrote everyday. It was her only friend on this ship, the starting of every page "Dear Friend" only supported her friendship to her book.

She flipped though several of the yellowed hard pages, that had beautifully written calligraphy written along the pages, telling of her life, her stories, her songs, her thoughts, anything she felt like writing at the time was on these very yellow sea soaked pages.

Parlan was glad they were sailing. The anchor was heavy. He glanced at a woman who he hadn't seen before. She winked at him and vanished below. Parlan gave a sniff of disapporval before reclaiming his mop. "Anytin' else Captin' or shall I clean this girl up?" he asked. He was a repair man, not a ship's hand. Something in his heart kept telling him that, but he wasn't listening.

The captain looked at Parlan trying to hid his great annoyance. He was going to hold a meeting, and everyone was going to learn what he wanted of them or start picking out spits of land to retire on. Holding back his anger, he asked the man, "Do you ever hope to be an officer one day?" Without waiting for a response, he added, "Then show me, show that you can stop problems or fix them on your own, thats how you will get promoted. Or, you can go be low and nap your way into staying your rank for as long as your on this ship."

It felt better to have his policy stated, telling it to one would have it spread over the whole ship, he was sure. They were almost to open waters completely. Then he'd have to start assigning wheel duty for it cannot be unattended for even a moment. "I will deal with the girl." She might be the first to get kicked off his ship, and here he thought it would be the two crazies.