High in the rigging, Narwen looked out towards the distant horizon. Land. The sea twickled and sparked in the sun, pinpricks of brilliance. Land.
Even though she took to the sea by nature, land was always welcome. A chance to restock supplies, (she hated it when food stores went bad) recruit new members, and maybe get some action. Recently, nothing exciting had been happening. Everybody on the ship was just itching for action.
Looking down to the deck below her, she swung nimbly down, catching herself with her feet just a few yards above deck, like an acrobat. Jumping the rest of the distance, she hit the deck and rolled, standing at the end. As a girl in Umbar, she had been quite and acrobat.
She was hungry. Walking along the deck, her bare feet slapping on the wood, she cameto the galley. Opening the door down, she climbed the ladder to the floor. Chef turned around as she stepped off the last rung. "Hello chef," she greeted him cheerily. Land in sight after a long sojourn at sea always made her cheerful. "Hello Narwen," he nodded.
"Do you have anything for eating? I'm starved. The sea air and all." She grinned.
"Nary a lime I'm afraid. When will we get to port?" he grumbled sourly.
"Soon enough. If you'd been up on deck lately, you would have known that for yourself." With no food, Narwen climbed the ladder back up to the deck, and went to stand in the forecastle. Breezes pushed her long braid around into her face, as she looked out to sea.
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