Eve was having trouble moving the barrel in the belly of the ship. She had been told to bring up ale to the galley and she was unable to move the crates between the barrels. Wiping her hair out of her eyes she looked up and saw one of the heftier sailors giving her a strange look.

 "Would you be so kind as to help me move this barrel?"

"Aye miss, I was wondering what you were doing. Being so little you aren't likely to lift anythin' at all in 'ere." Eve stepped back and let the sailor move the barrels around and she smiled, "Thank you." She disappeared upstairs carrying two heavy pitchers of ale.