A light sea breeze blew through the small window tussling the hair of the sleeping Katya, bringing with it the distant and near sounds of gulls. She woke up with a silent yawn, stretched her arms above her elaborately to rid herself of locked up joints, smacking her lips she got up from the hay floor and brushed Danger Zone's mane with her hand, separating stray straw from it. 'speaking of straw' she thought herself, as she rumedged through her saddle bags for a brush, she gripped it's handle and pulled it out, planting it on her long hair and dragging it down, pulling the loose buts of hay from it, placing the brush back in the saddle bag she began to turn her long draping hair into a tight bun, turning the hair constantly at the back of her head until it was rock hard. Slipping on her head wrap she patted the drowsy donkey and went upstairs to the kitchen in search of breakfast, she found it in the form of a stale loaf of bread. Munching on the bread she walked across the deck and past to men till she reached the ships bow, looking out across the water and grinned to herself. 
"New life here I come," she murmured to herself