The climb down was harder than the climb up had been. Mostly because it only reinforced the fact that Ebony had been stuck up so high all day. It was only as the sun began to set that Isaac had returned from abandoning her at midday, this time to relieve her of her duties. As she left he had instructed her to be up the mast and ready to take over from him come dawn. She didn't in the least bit like the prospect of climbing up so high for another full day, but the work itself was relatively easy. Isaac had only needed the morning to instruct her on the calls and what to look for. He'd told her quite plainly that the hardest part of the job was when one was staring at the horizon constantly. Sometimes it messed with the mind, and created things that weren't there. As such, having something to distract oneself on occasion helped with concentration, such as Isaac's whittling or Ebony's embroidery.

She'd taken out the cloth and cotton cautiously, and Isaac had smirked.

"Not what I expected," he'd said, though hadn't teased her further. Ebony was grateful for that.

As Ebony's feet finally set themselves firmly on the main deck once more, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hard day?"

Ebony jumped at the voice, turning to find Rassa smiling at her. The bastard didn't look the least bit phased, just like after every day of hard work. It didn't seem the bother him in the least, which only seemed to bother Ebony and Aegin more. It was like nothing could touch the guy. Well, she supposed nothing could, but that was beside the point.

"I'll be okay," Ebony said after a moment. Aegin didn't look okay. He didn't exactly look ragged, but he hardly looked okay either. Ebony could only ascertain that he'd had to do a fair amount of labour, certainly more than the docks had given them.

"Let's eat, I'm starving," Aegin grumbled, turning to follow the crew down into the galley.

While Midas had only pointed at it during their quick tour that morning, Aegin and Rassa had been down earlier when they were ordered to help peel and chop vegetables. Apparently, those of the lowest rank got to help the cook. Rassa wasn't bothered by the couple of hours of work to feed the crew of eighty. He seemed to turn his nose up at the food there, but he didn't mind the work itself, mostly because the only light on the third deck came from port holes that were kept closed most of the time thanks to the closeness of the water outside. As such he felt far more comfortable in the shadowy galley than out in the direct sunlight. Aegin on the other hand had thought it pure torture to sit there and prepare everything and then be forbidden from touching the finished product until the evening meal. Despite the extra rations that Rassa had secretly passed him at lunch, he was famished.

The galley was on the third deck. The deck itself was sitting just above the waterline, so the port holes were kept closed thanks to the hull being weighed down by cargo. Dimly lit candles lined the walls and tables, giving an eerie feeling to the place. There were three long tables that each sat about twenty individuals. Apparently those with a higher rank usually dined with the captain in his quarters, and of course there were those who would eat later, or earlier in Isaac's case, that had official duties to attend to. Aegin, Rassa and Ebony arrived when about thirty sailors had already been served and had taken a seat at the long tables. There was a merry atmosphere amongst them, though no drinks accompanied them. Alcohol was forbidden on the ship, water only. Still, that didn't dim their spirits. The three new recruits could tell that the crew were all in high spirits, the result of their return to the open ocean no doubt. They'd only had a taste of it today, but there were two moments that were memorable to just about everyone who became a part of a ship's crew. The first was when you stared out at the endless ocean and realised that you could truly go anywhere with how large the world was. The second, was the feeling of working in unison with so many others to reach a common goal. The three of them, having been forcibly isolated for one reason or another, had never felt they belonged or that they were a part of anything. Now that they'd experienced it, even if they were still cautious of those around them, they could sense just how great that feeling of belonging was.

To Rassa, it was a realisation of his reality. Vincent had once told him that it was his responsibility to lead a new age of Vampires. But knowing what Rassa would have to do to create those Vampires, that he would have to do it himself...he'd insisted that it would never happen. That he would never sentence anyone to an eternity of hunger like that. And yet now...the prospect, though still a source of conflict within him, was beginning to sound somewhat appealing. If there were others like him, others that shared his trials and hardships, would he feel even greater than what he'd felt for a moment here on The Miranda? It was a reality that was quickly dismissed. He didn't have the right to condemn anyone to eternity. Those who wanted it no doubt wanted it for the wrong reasons. He would need time. Time and patience, and he knew he had plenty of the first. The second was something he was working on.

The three of them moved up in the line and were each instructed to retrieve a bowl and a small roll before they were served a salted beef stew with a few vegetables. Rassa had originally been surprised that they were able to cook on board, he'd thought with the confined space and all that it would be too much of a risk. But the cook was well-trained and took his safety in the kitchen seriously, something Rassa silently commended him for. The last thing they needed was the ship bursting into flames in the middle of the ocean. Rassa seated himself opposite Aegin and Ebony at the end of one of the tables and Rassa cautiously took a bite.

He immediately wanted to spit it back out.

"What's up with you?" asked Ebony as she noticed Rassa's expression. Aegin chuckled as he saw Rassa's disgusted expression which was hard to conceal without his hood up.

Aegin leaned over and whispered to Ebony, "He's not fond of our human food".

Ebony's eyes widened, then she looked to the others around, "Are you okay?"

Rassa sighed, "I'll survive if that's what you're asking".

His spoon moved the meat around absentmindedly. Gods, he couldn't wait until they were asleep for the night. Then he could wash away the foul taste in his mouth.

As Ebony and Aegin proceeded to eat, Jorl sat with them and introduced them to a few other sailors, including Tank, a huge man whom apparently held the record for most wins in arm wrestling amongst the crew. With how much pride he took in his title, Aegin was tempted to make Rassa wrestle him, but knew it was likely his friend would feign weakness. When the others weren't looking, Rassa spooned his stew bit by bit into Aegin's bowl. Ebony insisted she didn't need the extra food, she wasn't the one doing hard labour all day. Aegin wasn't complaining. In fact, he was thinking that this was the beginning of a great new arrangement between him and Rassa. One in which he could see no regrets.

Extra free meals amongst a rationed crew? Now that was something to celebrate no matter how hard the day had been.