By the time the journey began, Farryn had begun to regret her mode of transportation. The mere swaying of the boat had made her unsteady, but now the rocking was so bad she could hardly walk a foot without losing her lunch. She soon found herself stooped over the side of the ship, throwing up into the water, after she'd given up on the bucket because of all the dirty stares. Had she been this sick on the original journey?

When the water eventually smoothened, her stomach finally calmed and quieted like a storm tired of raging, she limped to a washroom and rinsed out her mouth, quickly because she doubted the water was very clean, and then crawled back to her bed to eat a few of her bread rolls. She had tucked Serval's money into her corset, along side the newspaper, which had begun to disintegrate. It truly proved to be a wonderful hiding place, that was for sure.

By the time evening rolled around and everyone gathered for dinner; consisting of watery pottage and rock solid bread that she ate to save her own bread- Farryn was already sick of the ship. But she couldn't do anything else, of course. It would take almost twice as long to get to Berkerly's any other way.

She slept surprisingly well that night, dreaming of spilled wine mixing with blood and out-of-control eyes staring at her. When she woke the next morning they weren't moving; they had arrived at the next port, one that was only close by water.

Farryn got out of bed, aching and regretting the decision to sleep in her corset, but she washed her face and limped up the stairs of the ship. The port was much smaller than the one in Lairxi had been, and the crew were unloading boxes of what seemed to be tea leaves, maybe something citrus based. Farryn had no idea that either of those had grown near her.

She approached the sailor from the day before; Eggs. He jumped up, trying to hide the fact that he'd simply been leaning over the boat's side and not doing any work. "Good morning, My Lady!" he said, smile bright. He was missing three teeth and Farryn self-consciously felt her own with her tongue. Serval had never managed to break any. "Ah, Good morning." "Could I help you with anything?"

"How much longer do you think it will take?" she asked him. He thought for a minute, then said "If the weather stays good, we might be there by Wednesday. If it gets worse, then Sunday. But we'll get you no later, Miss!" Farryn nodded, and she was about to answer then she caught a flash of blonde in the crowd below. She leaned over, for whoever she had seen, and caught them again. A young girl, headscarf rapidly unraveling as she pushed and shoved to get near a fisherman. Farryn leaned back. Of course it wasn't her.

She returned to below deck, and spent the afternoon sleeping, eating, and trying not to throw up again. By the third day she was definitely sick of being on the ship all the time, and of all the crying in her tiny quarters, but she reminded herself that at least she wasn't freezing to death in Serval's kitchens anymore.

She went up to the deck every once in a while for exercise, avoiding the other passengers who looked at her closely, and she held her possessions close at all times. On the 4th day there was a storm and Farryn thought she was genuinely going to die, with how much she threw up. A kind woman from another bunk stayed by her side, wiping her forehead and saying she reminded her of her daughter. When she was fully conscious and aware, the woman was gone. Faryn wondered if she'd ever even existed.

It was a little past midnight when they finally arrived in Berkerly's. "Won't you stay aboard for tonight, Miss?" one of the sailors asked her as she waited for them to lower the gang plank. She shook her head vehemently. "I have an ill mother to tend to." she insisted. "I must join her at once. Thank you kindly for the journey."
"It's quie unsafe for me to let you go like this, Madam." the captain said, striding over. "It's quite late and Berkerly's is not the safest place." Farryn couldn't help but bristle, and she tried to control her volume as she said "I assure you I will be quite fine."

"Do you have anywhere to board then?" she asked, taking a drag from her cigar. "I can arrange myself, thank you." "I have a Sister in town. She can board you for free, for tonight anyways." she coughed, then stepped closer. Farryn took a step back as she smiled. "May we discuss this in my office? We still have to arrange payment as well, if you have forgotten." "Very well then."

She followed the Captain to her office, the woman's broad shoulders and height blocking her view until they were in it. The woman shut the door, then set her cigar on the ashtray, letting it burn away. How wasteful.

"Who are you running from?" The captain asked somberly. Farryn brought her eyes to meet the woman's. "I am sure I have no clue what you mean, Captain." "You are very suspicious, my lady. Young, and those clothes certainly are not your own. If you were truly a noble girl why would you be visiting your Mother in Berkerly's ? There are no Major Estates here. And you act quite jittery and panicky. Have you run away from home? Or perhaps you are pretending to be someone you are not."

Farryn held her gaze, the smile she'd been wearing dropping. "I am running from no one." she stated, her voice clear. "Then I would greatly appreciate if you could explain to me the reasons for all these things. I have no intentions of letting such a dangerous person as yourself into Berkerly's."

"Isn't it obvious?" Farryn asked her. "I am running away from a murder."

The silence in the room was palpable. Farryn could see the captain's brain working, as she tried to hide her shock and confusion. She subtly moved her hand over to her hip, where Farryn knew a dagger was hidden.

"A murder." she finally said. "Indeed." "I am harbouring a murderer?" "Quite the contrary. I am fleeing a murderer. A strange attacked broke into my family's estate and killed all of my relatives, excluding myself. I have some... less fortunate relatives in Berkerly's, and I am travelling to tell them the news. Seek refuge"

The Captain's eyes narrowed, and she simply stared at Farryn. "If you truly are the victim of such a crime, I will surely need to contact the Constable." "That would be quite helpful". The Captain smiled. "And I'm afraid I will not be able to let you off the ship until they arrive."

Farryn sighed loudly, and brushed back a strand of hair. "Well, hurry up with it then. I haven't the energy to wait much longer. My clothes are filthy and I desperately wish to be on dry land again."

The Captain nodded, sidled beside Farryn and exited the office. She locked the door, and Farryn sat at her chair, fingering the pink and red quilt that lay atop it. After about three hours, she heard the sound of keys jangling, and the door opened to reveal the Captain and a uniformed officer. He still wore his coat and his hat, which he took off to nod his head at Farryn. "Good morning, Madam. "Good morning, Officer. I must say that I am quite tired at this point, so excuse me for that."

"That won't be a problem at all." he said, turning to the Captain. "I understand your ship needs to leave. I will be taking the Madam down to the station now." The Captain nodded, and Farryn rose, joining the Peeler as he led her off the ship.