[ with a nod of understanding, he parts from her, off towards the Walrus to prepare for the morning.


one that next day, an hour past sunrise, just as he'd told her, Vane's easy to spot on the deck of the Walrus, leaned against the railing on the side of the forecastle deck, watching people wander along the docks, sailors muddle around, guards patrolling, as he munches at a piece of bread. He spots Lakshmi's veil as she approaches, raises a hand in idle greeting, and makes his way down to where the gangplank loads onto the deck, midship. the last little piece of his bread is tossed over the edge, for the fish below to munch at, while he waves her forward, to stand at the center of the ship. Getting right into it. ]

Before anything else, stand here. Face the front. [ He stands at her side, shoulders in a line, looking the same direction she is - eyes over the front of the ship/ ]

Bow, or Fore. Stern, or Aft. Port. Starboard. [ As he says it, he points. Forward, back, left, right. For the next to - forward left, then forward right. Bearings are important. ] Port bow. Starboard bow.

[ a beat, and he adds: ]

'Morning.