Taking a final stretch and seeing others milling about taking advantage of the rain she finished the plate William had given her, the liquor making her relaxed and warm and taking plate and glass to the galley returned to deck. As most were gathered in groups some occasionally breaking away as the rain lightened she turned to watch The St. Kitt depart with their Captain and decided to head aloft.
The sea was not as rough as it had been but it was not quiet either and she quickly grabbed for the lines and swung herself up and began the steep climb skywards squinting her eyes against the rain, feeling it run down her in rivulets as she lowered her face. Careful for the lines were still slick, she gingerly made her way to her post and settled in, her back against the wood. The ride was defintely rougher feeling at the top of the world as she felt she was. Cooler, the wind more chill at times, and the rain continued to come.
Raising one hand to shield her eyes she took a quick look about though as night had fallen and the rain still fell not much could truly be seen.. She glanced down and over catching sight of movement and caught Ciaran resuming his post as well.
“Yer in a chipper mood lass, wot has ye so?” She grinned at his curiosity and winked “Just feeling grand, tis a grand eve, tis quiet, all is well and we are alive.”
He laughed and took her words to heart..”Aye lass so we are.”
Her thoughts drifted a wee bit as Ciaran took a quick survey and she yawned and thought about planning her next trip ashore.