Alice stopped in place, wincing slightly as the loud, arrogant voice of Vic blared out from below. He really was overconfident; strutting his stuff in front of his men. Precocious. That was the word. It curled around her tongue, whispered in her ear. She would love to insult him. But she couldn't risk that. So long as she was quiet and didn't draw too much attention to herself - he should leave her alone. In any case, she felt embarrassed around him. Vic was crass, and she wasn't used to his men leering at her. It wasn't like women were common on the high seas, and she was becoming acutely aware of her femininity amongst them. 

The sight of his near-bare body did nothing to help her fluster when he came near. Clearing her throat softly, she found it was slightly difficult to look away from his torso. Apart from it being - well - [i]fit,[/i] it was also tattooed and scarred and tanned. Even the stableboy hadn't looked like that - a mere boy in comparison to the man standing next to her. It was sort of like the sun. Only quick glances, and only then for a second. When the men dispersed, she breathed a small sigh. She shook her head at his suggestion; she certainly would not be going in there with all of these men milling around the deck. And when he bowed to her, she couldn't help it. Her anger with him was brewing, and she curtsied sarcastically back. How dare he hold her, Alice Rohan? The daughter of a governor, no less. A moment later, she regretted it - she'd probably pay. Who knew what could happen?

She made her way to what seemed to be the galley, descending the steps into half-light below. There was a young boy, no older than his 'teens - she asked him about Piney. After all, her stomach was starting to complain a bit. Although his mouth was vulgar and he stared at her chest for all of the conversation, he was obliging enough and set her in the correct direction. She arrived in what seemed to be a small kitchen, set up with pots and large barrels of food and water. Piney was a small, thickset man with a stomach that protruded over his breeches. He, too, let his eyes roam freely as he gathered together her rations for the morning meal. No lunch, and she'd have the stew with the crew for dinner. He seemed no-nonsense, someone who wouldn't be giving out food freely. He also supplied her with a full waterskin, telling her to come back in the evening for more. 

She left the galley with a piece of bread, an apple and a flask. It was nothing compared to what she was used to. Nothing. But she was hungry, and it was food. Perhaps she'd have a nibble. Once again, she felt the glances as she passed over the exposed deck. One or two men called out something, but she ignored them. Coming to the door, she hesitated before calling through. "May I enter?"