Gale was soon pushed up into the boat by the crowd behind her, but something pulled her attention back to shore. The sounds of animals, dogs to be exact, an entire army filled with barks and growls. As soon as she was on deck and everyone went about, examining the boat, she stepped over to watch with intense interest as her new master ran to speak with a person, as well as play around with what seemed to be a dozen dogs. It was rather out of character to see him hug a man and barely stand thanks to six dogs clawing at his legs, and Gale suddenly felt as though she had some dirt on the poor cap'n.

[i]'Wow,'[/i] she thought, leaning forward against the wooden rails with a wide smirk on her face, [i]'from up here he seems almost friendly.'[/i] Gale stood back and turned away as soon as the two men broke apart and Deren returned with some instructions, not as confident as he was just a few minutes before. She listened intently, leaning back while her eyes traced the panels of the deck and her brain memorized everything about the quarters and kitchen and questions. 

No questions were asked. Okay. As soon as Gale felt the terrifying gaze of her master vanish she glanced up and watched silently as the crew began to disperse, most going to claim some hammocks while others began to explore the ship. Gale had no reason to do either; with no personal belongings to bring down and a lack of interest in the kitchen and wherever else they were allowed to venture to she just simply stood and watched, pale eyes bright with interest. What a strange group they had, though one in particular had caught her curiosity before. A familiar name that had been announced by someone she couldn't see. Caelyn. Gale rubbed the back of her head and groaned as she tried to remember where that name had come from, but soon gave up after she realized that there was still a burlap sack beside her foot. Right, food for dinner tonight. Might wanna leave that in the kitchen. Gale slowly lifted the bag up and flung it over her shoulder once more, starting towards the door that the drunk, stout man had said was the kitchen. The sun's heat bared down on the boat's deck, beating off the deep colored wood and Gale felt her shoulders blare with pain as the tightly wound fabric of the sack dug into the skin, leaving a white mark. She pushed open the kitchen door without a second thought, but quickly regretted it as soon as she heard voices. Two of the crew, a man with auburn hair and a man with a deep voice, were chatting.

[i]Ignore them for now. It's hot.[/i]

Gale pushed the door all the way open, bowing her head in a silent 'sorry' as she wandered over to an almost empty space and placed the bag down on top. Vegetables and change scattered across, and Gale took a few extra moments to organize everything before turning to leave, not wanting to bother the two already chatting. Though, there was a bit of reluctance to return outside, as her shoulders were now very obviously burnt. If only she had some ointment... Ah well. With a final nod of the head, Gale was outside once again, and she moved quickly to the closest shaded spot beneath the main sails. With nothing to do and no instructions fro Deren, Gale was left with some time to relax and mill around, and with that final thought she took a seat, back against the mast, and closed her eyes. 

[i]Just a quick nap. God knows I won't be getting any sleep on the open sea.[/i]