Vela was lost.

There was no other way around it. Her crew had been found out to be pirates in the last town they had docked at and were unceremoniously chased from the streets early in the morning. Vayn had managed to get back to the ship with some of the crew, but Vela hadn't been so lucky. She had ended up on the mainland, further in than she had ever been before, with no way of knowing what way to go to find the ocean again. And without Vayn, most of her weapons were useless unless she could count on the wind to be on her side. She didn't trust mainland wind- there was something distinctly foreign to it, and anyway, she only had a few of her homemade darts and her bladed pinwheels.

It was a problem. Vela wasn't good in new situations, and without Vayn, she was even worse. She had spent some time wandering, only to end up in a town, where she had found herself a place to sleep for the night in some hay. it was hardly luxurious, but unless Vela was going to sell one of her weapons, and she wasn't, her inventions were close to her as Vayn was, she was stuck roughing it.

In the morning, she woke up and brushed the straw out of her hair before looking in the market. She was hungry, and it was time to grab some breakfast.

Literally, since she didn't have any money to pay for it. It wasn't exactly the most dignified thing ever, but she was a pirate, and things like dignity and morals were all subjective to the situation she was in at the time.