Ultimately Ryssa wouldn't get to listen to much - it wasn't long before the conversation broke up on it's own as Amen began to sail the ship towards his desired location.  The waves splashed against the hull of the ship, and it probably wouldn't be long before a couple of the other crew members decided that sleep was the next best option.  A canopies that would be burdensome in combat were raised over portions of the ship to provide shade as they continued in their journey.

Amen personally had noticed that Rys had helped the boy set the sails and talked with him - even briefly - and made note of it.  He was glad to see that this crew member wasn't intending on playing the 'strong, silent' type forever.  As the midday headed into the night, the group made camp on a shore of the southern italic peninsula, far from any civilization.
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The crew found themselves surrounding the fire, regaling old tales of fights and raids they had been on - when the strange fighter from Judea approached Rys carrying two long sticks.  Neriad tossed one of the sticks over - it could be the length of a sword - and it was obvious that he wanted to spar as he backed away from the fire and took up a strong sword stance.  The two brothers snickered a bit expectantly at the two of them, while Amen just rolled his eyes.

[color=yellow]"Well, go on."[/color]  Amen looked at Rys before turning his gaze towards Neriad.  [color=yellow]"I don't want any bodies, alright?"[/color]  If Rys stood up to fight Neriad with the stick, she'd notice that he was waiting patiently for the woman to make the first move, his entire body loose and ready to pounce.