Daniel was caught somewhere between fear, intrigue and concern. He was becoming more and more aware that this vessel possessed an entirely different world on it from which he came from. He looked around the area where Scarlet had brought him. Many men were working on various things and one particular person seemed to be in charge. Making note of the area ans the person, Daniel decided to take off in the other direction. If no-one was there to make him do anything, maybe a little exploring was in order. After making his way back to the stairs, he descended them as far as they would go and then back up a flight. He found a quiet place at the back of the boat and set down his things. All his life he had been told this was his area of residence, this was his bit of the ship. Lacking only a hammock, Daniel set down his things and tucked them into the dark corner. The area would need a bit of cleaning later but for now, as most days, he just wanted to set to work. Contrary to his desires he sat down with his back on the sturdy wood of the ship. He needed a moment to rest and to contemplate all that had happened, and where he should go from here. 

Half an hour of processing thoughts passed. He listened to each argument and each suggestion. He let himself become accustomed to how this new vessel moved in the waves, how it rolled and cut into each small swell. It finally occurred to him that when they made port he could have the life he had always wanted. A life on land, a life with less risk, a quiet life. He could work hard by day and not be so concerned during the nights. The taste of hope was sweet in his mouth, it unnerved him. His life had never looked this positive, something had to be wrong. One thing he had learned to be true early in life was that if something seems too sweet, too perfect, it probably is. Finally ready to attend to his work, the only sort-of pleasure he had on a semi-regular basis. Standing, his bottom sore, Daniel ascended the stairs in search of the Quartermaster or Cook. Either seemed likely to know of any injured crew. It vaguely occurred to him that the girl from before may be aboard as well.