Bento Belo stared upward into the shifting sky as the ship set sail. Initially he'd heard it before he felt it; the grinding of wood, the sputtering of waves, the shouting of hurried sailors. The physical part came soon after; the weightlessness of a boat at sea, the bobbing of the floor deck. The sudden need to adapt a new method of balance. It was an ecstasy similar to what was, Ben was sure, documented at least [i]twice[/i] in [i]"Meditations on First Philosophy"[/i]. Of course, just like anything else described in the book, it was a shortly lived feeling, and it left immediately, leaving Ben hungry, bored, and regretful. Not nearly a day into his voyage and already he longed for his lowly inn with his lowly customers in his lowly town. Ben was a haggler. A broker. He'd tagged along partly out of rashness, but mostly because of his interest in the Captain. Well, [i]his[/i] Captain, now.

Ben spent his remaining time stalking along the shadows of the ship, writing in a pocket journal any information he found interesting about the crew. He was found and accosted by the ship's crew more than a few times, and often shoved a sponge or bucket or errand that he didn't mind laboring for. Ben did not mind being put to work, for he was scum as much as his fake limp and cane tried to disagree, and he knew the value of a useful man. Work [i]would[/i], however, have to wait until he had his leverage and secrets stored up.

Soon the ship transformed into something of a feast, with conversation and discussions flowing out like water. Ben stuffed a few spice rolls in his mouth, took a sip of some honeyed tea whose ethnicity he couldn't recognize, and grabbed a giant misshaped Pêra Rocha before he was out taking advantage. He wasn't sure where to go anymore, he had to be frank. He deeply wanted to begin his digging on the Captain as soon as possible, but Ben had to stay prudent until he learned more about the man. Best not to risk his life while his home was still in sight on the horizon. Secondly, Ben wanted to check in on his father. His men (though now they were his equals, serving Emilio as he was) were scattered about, mingling with the other sailors as if they had a past life as a mermaid that Ben Jr. had not before known about. This, of course, meant that his father was on his own, and most likely was getting into trouble somewhere, but Ben didn't want to face that man yet. He just hoped he didn't run out of liquor for a while.

Instead, Ben turned his attention to the older woman with the twins. She seemed...out of it, perhaps not used to life at sea. Or just unsociable and had too many responsibilities. Nevertheless, Ben strode forward and made his best effort to accidentally bump into her. 

"Ah- my apologies," He blushed red, waving his cane about frantically in the air, "I didn't see you there!"