The cabin door shut behind Hana as she let out a heavy sigh. So much for her hopes of a night of quiet camaraderie. The seed of a headache had started to sprout behind Hana's eyes, and she scowled as she crossed the small room to her desk. She laid several pistol balls on the scratched wooden desk next to several sheets of fresh paper. Sitting down, she went back to work. 

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Morning found Hana asleep in her chair. Massaging the tight knots that had formed in her back, Hana wondered if she had finally found her sea legs. The movement of the ocean hadn't disrupted her work last night, and evidently it didn't keep her from sleeping at the desk. Her headache had flowered overnight, and she walked up to the top deck with her head lowered to avoid the bright sunlight. She found Pieter splicing rope, holding his pipe in his mouth while he worked with his hands. "Good morning," he said, glancing up to look at her, "sleep well?" Though the pipe in his mouth kept him from smiling, there was easy humor in his voice. Hana greeted him, and went to the water bucket for a drink, "I slept well, though I woke up at my desk. I have something I think you'll be interested in." She withdrew the pistol and shot and held it up, "Do you know where Uban is?"