Daniel nodded, acknowledging Bane's words. He looked to the excited cook as they carefully crossed back to his old ship.

[b]"Ye c'n take a look. The cap'n had an interesting taste fer food."[/b] Daniel gave her instructions as to where the kitchen would be. He quickly moved down the stairs to his little corner at the almost-bottom of the ship. The ship was unnaturally quiet, swaying along side the Shadow Strike rather than simply by the waves. As much as Daniel disliked the place, the ship it's self was not evil. We wallowed in the sadness the boat seemed to give off as he pulled over a small, empty crate that he could carry. Daniel tossed supplies in as fast as possible, tucking his mortar and pestle into some spare fabric before placing it in among the other things. Once he had packed up what was most important as well as carry, he headed back up the stairs. As he emerged onto the poop deck, he saw Scarlet beginning to cross back to the Shadow Strike. Daniel followed rather briskly. 

The crew looked at him with curiosity and mild judgement. He could tell that he would be the talk of the ship until he found his place, where ever the cap'n had wanted him to be. He asked a crew member where her cabin was, since this type of vessel was strange to him. Daniel had only ever known the British Man-of-War's rigging. The swabbie simply pointed him in the right direction without saying a word, or looking up from his task. Daniel climbed the beautifully carved stairs and rapped on the captain's door.

[b]"Miss Avery?"[/b] he began, thinking better of his choice of words he corrected himself. [b]"Cap'n Avery?"[/b] he asked, unsure if she was alone or not. The murky glass did not allow for much of a view inside.