[b]MAP ROOM/DECK[/b]

Texas? He didn't look like any Texans she'd ever seen. Then again, she hadn't seen many, not so far out in the country. So she was willing to buy that, Chris from Texas it was. It didn't at all help to describe their situation, however, in fact, it only made it more confusing. How had she ended up on a boat with a Texan, and wherever the hell the rest of these people -and cat freak- were from.

"Aye," she nodded. "Fell asleep there, woke up here. Didn't have any enemies really."

That was a lie, that was one hundred percent a lie. She'd conned so many miners out of their hard-earned gold that she was almost convinced this had nothing to do with them. If they'd have caught her, she wouldn't have woken up on a ship in god-knows-where. She wouldn't have woken up at all, in fact.

She walked back to the map, blinking away a sudden sting that accompanied her passage through a dustier portion of the room. She however chalked it off as nothing more than the salty air. When she looked down to the large paper, she paid more attention to the little things. Not the map itself per say, lord knew she couldn't read a map, let alone [i]this[/i] map, but blood was identifiable fairly easily. Licking a finger, she touched the coffee stain and brought it back to her tongue cautiously. Blood and coffee, someone had poured effort into this table, whether it was the map or not. 

The interesting thing she saw was the pendulum's direction, and how it seemed to view the map with a particular interest to a certain direction. The ship's sway seemed to have no effect on it, but she didn't trust the thing to withstand a major pitch. So, she scanned it over and committed the place the pendulum pointed to to memory, and then put it on its side. A monopoly on information did her good everywhere else, why not here?  

Reaching down, she meant to roll up the map and take it with her, but the sides caught her palm at an odd angle, and gave her a thin slit beneath her fingers. Ugh, paper cuts, as if she didn't get enough of that in cards. She rolled it up properly then, and folded it to fit under her shirt. 

"If those two ain't dead, we oughta go an' find the wheel, see if we can't turn this big lug around," she said. "Might take us a bit t'get back, but that big foker with the beard -you see that guy?- that one, I'll bet he knows how to captain a-"

The last of her words drifted from her lips, and while at first she was speaking to Chris, by the end she was just staring forward. Moss could not, for the life of her, feel her head. When she tried to step, the odd balance had her stumbling back into the table, free hand scrambling for a grasp, but all she found was the pendulum and the remaining bone dust. By chance her footing stabilize and she leaned against the table. There were voices coming from somewhere -no, not somewhere, [i]up[/i]. They were coming from above. 

"Someone's...there's a...fok..." her composure was only coming back slowly, but the lightheaded feeling would just not go away. She shut her eyes, waiting for a moment, taking a deep breath only to choke on the god damned dust she'd kicked up. As if the wind wasn't bad enough at that already. Really, screw the ship, screw the sea.

When her eyes opened, she gasped, for she was not one to often scream when startled. For the sliver of a moment, before her head rocketed around to try and see it fully, she caught a glimpse of...something. Something terrifying, or at least when whole, terrifying, for she only caught a ghost of a glance at it. 

The hammer was clutched tighter. Never mind, screw this room first of all things. "We should go outside, out o' here. I'm goin' outside. I'm gonna walk. What's the worst that could happen?"  her words were breathed and shaky, and the first couple steps she took were hardly stable. But by the time she reached the door her conviction to be absolutely anywhere but in there overcame her induced imbalance, and she was outside in the thick air. It took her a good couple moments to get her bearings, but she did see the big fellow and the jumpy girl, at least until the jumpy girl took a little tumble out of sight.