Fin was gazing off into the deep blue water when a male voice caught her attention. She looked up, finding a pair of grey eyes. She studied them for a moment- an odd but enchanting color they were. She turned back to the ocean while a small smile tugged at the corners of her soft pink lips. "Thank you," she stayed softly back to him as she ran her hands across the smooth railing of the boat. The salt had built up on the previously polished metal bars, making the hard metal feel gritty. 

Fin hoped they would be off the boat soon. She couldn't stand the feeling of being trapped with no where to roam. From her past came her constant feelin that she needed to move- to stay alert but hidden. Her backpack was at her feet- she had refused to leave it with anyone as it contained her the small amount of belongings she had.