Strange Waters

The search

The sail was slowly paced in order for the men who were untop to keep watch of the perimeters incase of an ambush or a cry for help since it was a search sail and the Voyage was going smooth because the had just begun to sail and the water was home friendly as they hadn't crossed the borders that led to the strange waters yet. If not for the rain and dark clouds above that lurks a strong weather, the night looks like it was on the young warriors side as the water was calm and the waves were settling as the ship kept going. The wind that blew from the north was moving fast and stronger and it only help stirred the ship. The atmosphere outside was cold as always. The tiny drizzling drops of rain that it was when they came on board turned to a shower that spread all through the sea beautifully as the proceeded further to the horizons. The ships embodiment was wet and cold, and the showers of rain left the floor and everything else that was outside the shelter room completely damp and wet. Sandy was concerned about ibinabo who was last seen outside standing lost in thought and protective. As the sound of rain dropping on the top of the cabin's roof became enhanced as the rain seems to have increased in Mas, she was even more concerned that was tempted to leave the room and go check for Ibinabo. But she is officially amongst the dynasty of warriors even tho she hasn't had her compete training yet.

She obeyed every chain of command and act like who she was now so she stayed in the Cabin and tried to fix her bunk bed. It was dusty and the squeaking sound was as a result of the long usage she thought as she laid. With a sigh of relief she turned and noticed a familiar face or hair in this case. She tried so hard to remember where they met but her memories of this realm seems to wither as the day goes by so she strikes up a conversation instead.

"Hey, Why is The Guard Outside alone? Is she the only one to keep watch as we sail, or is she occupied with something?.. Sandy asked The girl she with a red hair. She met her at the Training camp and it seems she is the only one with a red hair she had seen in the Empire though Sandy has only been to a selected part of the Empire. Not everywhere.

Sandy must have forgotten her name so she tried to keep a formal smile as she asked in curiosity and an ulterior motive. She turned and smiled in response to Sandy's question. "I have not the slightest of idea. But it's Ibinabo, she will do whatever it is to make sure we are safe and all that we came with, including ourselves, returns to the Empire safely and in one piece. If I were you I would get some rest. We might just need it soon. The guard is strong and her powers are unmatched. She can fend for herself. We are the real ones to be concerned about here, Sandy". She replied and laid back turning her face away.

Sandy expressed a bit of shock to heared her said her name, but then she must be the one with the bad memory obviously as she had a lot on her mind and making new friends wasn't really one of it and she was looking to run away from it. Her plans seemed a bit out of place now as she heard how far Ibinabo could go to keep an eye on everyone. But she still kept that little glimpse of hope that a right time would come and she would find her way out and figure a way back to where she came from.

inside the cabin where they were all settled, they beds were bunks and the air was hot. The condition was humid and comfortable for the young bloods, as it kept them warm for the night and ready to face the cold whenever the situation may call for it. The only problem was that there was almost no space enough for everyone and their entitlements as some were spotted fighting and arguing over who gets to lay on the top bunk bed and who gets to walk about freely without steeping on another toe. Minor bant. As much as the temperature was acceptable, it quite uncomfortable for the number of people who occupied the room. Such big and beautiful ship couldn't have such small cabins unless it wasn't meant to hold more than 40. Or maybe this was just one of the many cabins in the ship as The Georgestone marine had cabins like this but not just one but many. She started having familiar feelings and the flashbacks as she came on board that ship. It brought familiar feelings that ignited her flashbacks stirring her drive to find a way back to what was normal to her. She hoped to explore the ship later but as at now she needed to settle in and lay to rest before the sail starts to get rough as the Thunder roars and vibration became eminent and frightening. Another storm must be coming and she wondered if all persons that were here felt the same way she feels about storms as the all looked like they were just on a ship going to pick a Princess who was stranded. But in this case a Prince.

The selected persons who were charged to join this sail were all warriors Sandy had seen before, some she had not spoken to, no one out of the ordinary was here present. Her plan was to escape tonight and see laid thinking about her chances without an Ally. She was convinced it was only ibinabo who was to keep an eye on her and it would be easy distracting her since she was the type to focus too much on what is to come.