Liatra greeted the rising dawn with a skeptical stare, as if maybe if she stared hard enough, in just the right way, the sun would slip back below the horizon and the world would offer up another hour to sleep.  The sun remained unblinking, and so with something that was halfway between a yawn and a sigh, Liatra gave in to the inevitable and finished taking the last steps above decks.  

The captain was already awake, unsurprisingly, and Blackbeard had likely been up for hours.  He got the pardon, for the night work, but Liatra thought the captain was a bit too chipper for the hour.  No harm in it, though, she supposed.  

The topic of the thing that claimed it was morning seemed to be the other ships in port, visible off the side of the ship.  

[color=#7c92aa]"Do you suppose any of them are carrying tea?"[/color]  There was usually tea in the ship's stores, even on the [i]Miss Fortune[/i], but the longer it had been since they'd acquired some, the weaker the drink was brewed.  A good strong cup would go down well, she thought, wandering over to lean against the railing and glean what information she could from the ships and their flags, watching for the bustle of anyone else who might be sorry enough to be up at this hour.  

[color=#7c92aa]"Could get a little rough if the rest of them nearby get involved.  Might be better to see if one of them detaches and follow it out."[/color]