She hadn’t meant to have been that member of the crew who had such a bad start on the ship, in the company. She had thought that already she might have started to form connections with at least one or two others. 

So far, there had been nothing. She lay pensively in her assigned hammock. One arm behind her head, one leg bent, and the other sticking out with a foot planted on the ground. She used this position to sway herself ever so. Not that she needed much swaying, the water seemed to do much of it on it’s own. She had exchanged but a few words in the two days. In two days she hadn’t had chance to utter much more than a sentence. Only earlier that day, someone had waved over at her with a beaming smile and she had waved back - only to find that there had been someone far more interesting behind her. It was a strange place to find herself in. 

Nobody on the Kyne’s Tear even knew her name yet. Not that she knew many of there’s either. She sighed as she continued to stare up at the cladding, loneliness sitting on her insides. She didn’t like to be too alone with her thoughts. When she was forced to live like an introvert, she was left only with the voice inside her mind - [i]her own[/i]. She thought of Bjogar, and his lamenting that his time on the seas was the greatest of his life. So far, it had not lived up to her expectations. 

She began wrapping her locks of hair around her fingers, letting her eyes close when with an almighty crash she was thrown from the hammock with a thud to the floor. It was the same feeling she had felt before - when you’re drifting off to sleep and something makes you think you’re falling. Except this time she did, and it had hurt. Chaos had broken out on deck, people were already rushing to it. It was her time, too. She was infantry, it was her job to make sure that this got resolved - whatever it was. She pulled herself up, finding her bearings as the ship swayed more so than it had been. Whatever it was it must have been big. There was no time to think on it, only time to do.

The Redguard snatched up her shield and axe, sliding her throwing axes into her belt too, before taking off with a sprint to the deck. The rain beat her first, before any enemy could. It lashed down at her, cold droplets each stinging on the skin like needles, the cold wind adding insult to the injury, she began to tremble under the forsaken weather and slid across the flooded deck to the centre of the action. 

There were dreughs to the right and left of her - but dead centre was the star of the show. A beast. A rotten looking beast at that, it’s flesh was torn and it’s insides were cavernous and dark. It was a thing of beauty, and for a second took Ashna’s breath away. She was going to carve it up into pieces and take something of it for a souvenir. Perhaps a necklace of it’s teeth. The beast was currently occupied with other warriors, a Bosmer tearing through it and an Argonian breaking into it with his axe.

For her turn, Ashna rushed forward with her shield in front of her midriff, a slight crouch in her posture as she rushed to the Werewolf, it wasn’t looking at her. It was too busy buckling under the Argonian’s axe, fighting against the force of it.

With a thud she made contact, her shield smacking the werewolf in it’s shoulder, sending it back startled. There was just one mistake - she’d put herself out in front of it. Unlike the Argonian, she had nothing to keep it at bay, she didn’t have steel inside of it, threatening it. Right now, she was a snack that had just tapped it and alerted it to her presence. Only now did she notice that the thing had some rather long limbs. She took some quick backsteps to increase the distance between herself and the beast, her shield back in place while she pulled out an axe from her belt, not wasting a second to throw it. 

It…. Missed.

She watched as the blade of the axe landed inside a wooden beam, splintering it quite substantially. It had been a powerful throw… But it had been a terrible aim. It felt like the deck grew silent, and her fellow fights were locked on to her with their eyes. Truthfully, it was more likely that the rest of them were too busy also shitting themselves to have noticed the blunder, but she still felt the need to explain it away; “these winds are too powerful! They’re even carrying my steel away from target…” The werewolf snarled in her direction with it’s eyes narrowing. Not only had she freed it from the Argonian’s axe lock, but she had pissed it off by trying to clap it with a concussion. 

She had rattled it’s cage, the cage which had already been shaken quite tremendously by the Argonian, she had to make a choice all of a sudden as she watched the werewolf plan it’s next move. It was watching the Imperial. Now or never, Ashna could either retreat from the battle and let it go another round with the Imperial who already seemed too knackered to kick back, or she could put herself in the middle and take the hit for her. 

She took the hit. Claws pierced her flesh and scratched across her abdomen like a knife through butter. She had half expected to be disemboweled by it, but as she reached to touch the wound she felt it to be shallow. It didn’t feel so bad, right? It had really had to stretch to reach her. But it stung, it really stung, and the pain and shock of it caused her to drop, but she stayed in front of the Imperial with determination, fighting back from the pain to hold her shield up against herself once more. 

It was time to see if she had any potential friends on this ship. It was time to see if someone would step back in to finish off the beast.