Things certainly weren't looking all too well. For Merlin's sake, if this was going to be another shipwreck, she would likely have a full on meltdown. The kind that would lead to bruises and blood and not likely to be all hers. This was a nightmare and she was never going on a ship again.


What wasn't helping her mood was the man who gave what was clearly an utter disgrace of a smile and began speaking to her. There was that little nagging in her mind that gave her the inclination as to where her wand was. She was in no mood to be handled and had no trust towards any men at sea. "Stay away from me." She snapped, to then be greeted by a lurching of the boat.


Naturally, she shrieked and backed away from the railing of the boat. Wand, yes even the captain mentioning a possible need. But hers was back in that sorry excuse for a cabin.