Alice leaned forward to gaze at the map, a finger coming out to gently trace the line from her home to where they were now. All that way. She suddenly felt very alone on this boat. Her father had swift ships at his command, but they'd never know which way this ship had gone. As he rolled it up, she sat up straight again, back like a poker. As he leaned over her, the very eyes he was talking about widened as her eyebrows rose. He was... very close. There was something about him that gave her the urge to [i]touch,[/i] him, and it unsettled her. She'd never really experienced such a strong desire for something. It was something about his face, and the strength of his movements mixed with catlike grace. Watching him walk out, she noticed how tall he was. The average height of a man for the time was a couple of inches taller than herself. She'd never seen someone so tall and well-built. One of her father's soldiers, perhaps, but not quite so handsome. And for the first time, she wondered what it would be like to put her hands on his shoulders and have his hands on her waist.

She had to entertain herself for the rest of the afternoon. It wasn't exactly riveting in the small cabin. A hot bath would be wonderful at the inn, if they had such luxuries. She couldn't believe that this was what they ate on ships, she marvelled, as she bit into the apple. She'd already eaten the bread, which had been slightly stale. The apple was alright, if a little sour. One man peered inside, threw in some sort of rag (she came to learn, a shirt) and she had a look at it. It was wanting sewing for the holes. She held it between thumb and finger, nose slightly wrinkled. It smelled terrible, and even felt dirty. She'd have to ask Vic about needle and thread later. After that, Alice wandered around the room, back to the map. She pored over the little symbols and circles, intrigued by it all. They'd been to many places, lived many days, it seemed. Tapping her fingers on the table, she glanced to the door as there was a loud call. 

"SUPPER! SUPPER!" came the bellow of Piney. Her stomach gave a rumble. Placing a hand on it, she glanced to the door. This could be... interesting. She stepped to the open doorway, peering out to see what was going to happen.