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Calder had wandered away, and Seiji had spent the remainder of the day sticking to Jove like glue. There'd been much ocean watching and exploring of the boat, and an unsuccessful hunt for beds(Seriously? Where the ******** were the beds!?).

Really, things on board the bug ship were relatively uneventful, at least so far. Somehow the jikininki didn't believe the calm would last, but he was fulling willing to enjoy it while he can. The lazy afternoons on board provided lots of time of relaxing, napping, and texting of his ghoulfriend. One she'd sent him in particular had been adorable.



Speaking of Jove, where had that pup gotten to?

Coming up from below deck in nothing but a pair of black shorts and a short sleeved shirt unbuttoned over nice set of abs, the hungry ghost nudged his shades down to shield his eyes from the sun. Gaze roaming over the rotted deck for any sign of the little whisp. He spotted Lizzy and Calder, but so far no puppy.

There were only places on a boat the younger boil could be. Frowning, Seiji crammed his hands into his pockets, fingers curling around the phone in his pocket. Better get searching. "Jove?" He didn't bother yelling, it was so jack damned calm on their ship that a simple raised voice carried over then entire deck.

On a whim the older boil glanced up as he wandered under the elaborate rigging that stretched up to either side of their tattered mast. Like any young boil of a certain age, once comfortable, the pup had taken to running all over the place, and his explorations had recently begun to expand beyond just the deck and innards of the ship. It was, admittedly, a little worrying. Of course that didn't stop him from grinning as he spotted the pale blue of the whisp against the darker blue of the sky.

"Hey, you better be careful up there." His words would have likely held more meaning if he hadn't been half laughing as he said them. Withdrawing his hands from his pockets he reached up to curl fingers around the highest drape of rope he could reach. Muscles bunching in his he curled himself up in a pull up before hooking a foot into a lower rope. A little careful climbing and he was level with the pup. A little more finagling and managed to shift a few ropes round so he could comfortably sit within the rigging. With the breeze now blowing through his hair and open shirt he was considerably more comfortable.

"So, what having fun?" Not counting the horrid sleeping arrangements (Really, no beds? REALLY?!), their trip had so far been down right pleasant.

Alessa hadn't been faring very well. She had immediately become sea sick, not enough to actually have to lean overboard and empty her stomach, but enough where she was rather lethargic most of the time. At first she tried to be attentive, social, and active, but eventually it was just a little too had for her. It didn't help that she didn't feel up to eating much, either, so her energy levels were low anyway. She honestly felt bad for Jove, who had taken to following her around sometimes, likely to 'protect' her as Ren had suggested. She didn't mind so much; the little boil was sweet, if quiet, company and it was easier to keep an eye on him in turn. Also, it seemed when she was especially boring (napping usually), he went off to entertain himself. She hoped she wasn't too much of a hinderence.

She was feeling a little better, relatively speaking, so she'd decided to go and wander around the deck, maybe find Jove and see if he wanted to play a game of cards or something. It took her a long while to spot him, and it was only when she heard Seiji's voice that she even thought to look up.

"Oh! There you are Jove," she called, looking a little relieved. She offered Seiji a weak smile too, though the weakness of it wasn't related to him. "And you Seiji." She took a moment, hesitating as she looked at the rigging and thought of what a terrible idea it would be to go up there...but she wanted to. If she was going to feel better, she didn't want to spend that time alone. So she climbed up to join them, though it took a painstakingly long time to get there. Once she did she looked rather tired, though she did try to smile. "It's really nice up here."

Sighing softly, Aldara closed her journal off, pulling herself up into a standing position so that she could peer down at the deck from the crow's nest. There wasn't much to catch her interest; not at first, at least... And then stormy eyes settled on the canine and his crayon creations. She couldn't quite make them out from where she was, but the slump of his shoulders was hard to ignore, as was the little wag of his tail.

Tucking her journal back into the bag she'd brought up with her, Aldara pulled herself up onto the edge of the crow's nest, carefully balancing as best she could before spreading her wings so that she could glide down to the deck, landing not far from the boy. "... Homesick?"

Tucking one hand behind his head and leaning back as much as the rigging would allow, the ghost boil pulled his phone from his pocket to check for any new messages and also because, silly as it was, he felt better having it. It was a link to Junko and Bul, and when you really got down to it, Seiji was rather firmly attached to his electronics, and being so very are out to sea the eyephone was the only bit of technology he had on him.

Prodding at the screen showed no new messages. Well that was a bummer. He glanced up from the phone towards his ghostly companion, noting the wagging tail, and smiled. "It's pretty nice up here." Of course that didn't mean climb higher. The jikininki frowned, turned slightly as if to follow or ask him to come back down, then noticed where he was pointing. There, on the very edge of the horizon, was a tiny dot. "Oh." The pup's sigh was echoed by one from Seiji himself as he watched that little lack speck. Then he had an idea. "Hey, do you wanna send the girls a message?" He held his phone up to the other boil and wiggled it between them.

Then almost dropped it as a voice directly below them made him jump. Gray fingers tightened around the thing and brought it closer to his body as she looked down to see Alessa, a better looking Alessa at that. The poor ghoul had been fairly green around the gills for days now. "Hey! You look like you're feeling better."

Reaching down though the mesh of the rigging the boil offered the ghoul a hand up, fingers curling around her wrist even as she hoisted herself up. Just in case she slipped, he'd keep her from falling. Once she was situated he let her go, smiling. "It is. Much cooler then down on the deck." Then to Jove. "Well, do you wanna send them a text?"

It was hard to introduce yourself to people when they were climbers and Calder was left for the rest of the day trotting about the ship and taking naps. Unlike the other students, he didn't have to worry too much about a bed. All he did was walk below deck, find a corner, and sleep standing up. He rarely did so, but at least he was more rested than the others who made due with random places they made into makeshift sleeping quarters.

The next day was fresh and crisp, though no food was given. Nurse Cricket decided to go below deck and leave them to fend for themselves. This would have been easy for him considering he was an amazing swimmer, but that was the biggest problem. So when Elaphe just jumped off, Calder leaned over the edge of the boat and frowned, eyes wide as he watched with envy as the other boil swam about to catch fish.

His eyes went wide; it seemed that Calder's only tactic to catch fish was to stare them, pathetically, to death. Bringing his knuckle to his mouth, he bite on it as he watched for a good while as Elaphe got to swim. OHHHHH! THIS WAS TORTURE!!!

Without the ability to swim, Calder turned about, looking around. He had no fishing pole or net. Frowning, the kelpie looked about for anything he could make into a fishing pole. Well, they did have wood. Plenty of pieces were exposed for tearing apart that he doubted the Nurse would notice. It was just finding one that wouldn't snap on him. When he found a hole next to a good piece of wood, Calder reached down and, pulling back, tore off a long strip of good wood. Well, there was his pole.

Turning, he walked over to the piles of ropes and found one that looked in the best condition and tied it to one end and then had his line. The grip was a little hard, so he went around before he found a discarded bit of cloth used to repair the sail. He took a piece and wrapped it about to get a better grip and create a handle. Done, he was just lacking bait. Seeing as they had no food, he had to make do with something that LOOKED like food – to a fish.

Being an insect looking ship, it wasn't hard to find one of the small insect details that he could tear off the ship. A wooden centipede in hand, he tied it to the other end of his rope and then went over to the edge of the ship. Moving over to several crates, Calder sat atop them and leaned back, throwing his line over. There. Now he could rest and hopefully get something to eat. He still gave Elaphe pony eyes, green with envy.

Hobknocker had been hiding under deck the entire time. It had never crossed his mind that he would become sea sick. What kind of zombie got sick? If only they had accepted his idea of being chained to the boat and walking underneath, or even being dragged along through the harsh waves. Instead, he had to be ON the boat with the students, shaking and heaving back and forth. This was no life for a zombie. He would have to conquer this sickness. He had a duty to perform, needed to help Captain Cricket. He pulled out a mop and began to swab the deck, though he kept a careful eye on the passengers.

(did I forget to roll? yes.)