Claire stood a few more minutes looking out across the ocean when Ruben came to alert her dinner was ready. Truth was, she was starving, but she didn't make any signs of moving. She nodded at him, but stayed in the same spot. It was dark now, the only light coming from the half moon and the lanterns on the ship, but other then that pure blackness. She felt tired from wiping the deck all day, and probably from not eating in two days, but it didn't matter to her.