Ray finished his song and took a plate of food. He enjoyed the aroma for a bit as he took his food back to his seat on the deck. [i]This stuff smells absolutely heavenly, and was made from common and inexpensive ingredients. Had I smelled this but a month ago, House Skalter would have a new chef.[/i] The food tasted even better than it smelled. Ray sat and savored his meal, the sea breeze and the break from singing. 

He listened to the captain's plans. The Falkland Ice Floes were a treacherous and frigid place. Ray hoped the crew could get some better clothing for the cold lands of the north before going there. He also hoped that whenever they stopped to purchase said supplies that their stop was quieter than the last. Nolan took his dishes when he was finished; Ray thanked him as he took them away to the galley. He leaned back against the wall as he sat on the crate he had been using as a seat, humming a tune to himself, and letting the dying day lull him towards sleep. It was not to last.

[b]"I believe we have an uninvited guest!"[/b] Nolan cried. Ray was up in a heartbeat, his rapier flashing in the light of the sunset. He rushed into the galley and got to Nolan. "Where is he?" Nolan pointed behind the crate. Ray called out. "Alright, whoever's out there had better come out without a fight, or I go in there stabbing. Come out!"