The early morning sea was a beautiful thing even with the chill of water that seeped over the wooden planks of the ship. The pursuit had been utterly annoying though in Ryssa's opinion. The 'man' busying herself with checking the spear at her side and sword at her hip. Neither were in the best of shape due to salt and having started out second hand, but they weren't going to break under anything unless it was a elephant's foot. Their oars had turned out to be a gods' send as they were gaining on the cursed merchant ship. Thus Ryssa was leaning against a rail, considering if swimming would be faster when a hand clamped down on her shoulder.

It seemed Epiz had annoyed their captain, which Ryssa considered a justified version of divine intervention. If the man wasn't so curious, Ryssa would have been fine with him. But he was a risk and thus why she was cursing her need for a ship that was possibly heading to Egypt. "I am hardly a baby goat or a child." The supposed man growled in a rough voice, shrugging off the hand with a irritated movement. "And do not sneak upon me like that else I take exception." Staring off over the waves that swelled and broke about them. The gulls overhead that swore back and forth amongst themselves. "It's just a fight like any other." Her first battle, and at sea! Ryssa was terrified, but she wasn't going to back down. She couldn't. The gold from this could fill her pockets a little more and get her passage to her mother's homeland. "Just against merchants with pockets perhaps deep enough to hire someone worthwhile."