Rohaan felt like he'd died overnight. If he thought he was sore that evening, his body reminded him that it could get so much worse the next morning. Usually full of energy, he was very subdued and slow as he ate breakfast and went about his usual chores. If shields made his arms feel like [I]that[/I], then he decided then and there that he did not like them. But of course, he wasn't about to tell Wheel that, and whenever the man passed him he stood up straight and tried to pretend like he wasn't in pain and his bruises didn't bother him. 

"I ought to make Wheel work you every night. You're much better behaved when you're spent." Berlin smiled, slapping the boy's chest with one big bear-paw of a hand and earning a soft, 'oof' sound. In retaliation, Rohaan punched Berlin's leg, but he was smiling. 
"Is it true that Uban and Pieter saw a big turtle? Like a really really really big one?"
Berlin nodded. "Yep. I haven't seen one but I hear they're the size of a house. Also..." the captain leaned in closer, his tone growing soft and conspiratorial. "I found something for you. Something special." 
"Rum!?" Rohaan beamed.
Berlin snorted, thinking for a moment that he and his crew had created a ten  year old alcoholic-to-be, and shook his head. "Nah, something more special than that. Here." Berlin handed him a little rectangular object wrapped in waxed paper. The boy unwrapped it excitedly but frowned up at Berlin when he saw the smooth, dark brown brick inside. 
"You got me...mud...? Or...is it some kind of special stone?" The boy held it out in his palm, scrutinizing it. 
"Sweet Tevira, boy, did I never introduce you to chocolate?"
Rohaan's frown deepened. "Ch...oc--say it again?"
Berlin looked like he'd just made some kind of grievous error and clapped one hand to his brow, eyes horrified. "I've obviously failed you, my boy! What kind of guardian am I? It's like caramel, it's a sweet. You eat it."
"Car...a..mel?" 
"Sun and stars, lad! We've got some work to do. Well go on, eat it!" The captain watched eagerly as the boy took a timid bite and chewed slowly. Rohaan's initial scowl made Berlin fear he didn't care for it, but then he started to chuckle as he watched the young shifter's expression evolve from one of absolute confusion to one of delight. 
"It's good!" The boy wrapped the rest back up, no doubt to stash away somewhere hidden to enjoy later.
"I'm only sorry I hadn't told you about it sooner. I just didn't think...anyway, I've got a favor to ask of you. We're two days out from the Barizians, but I don't want to walk in there blind. Tonight when the stars are out, will you fly overhead and see what we're dealing with? It'd be quite the distance, but I'll excuse you from morning chores tomorrow if you do. Are you up for it?"

Rohaan considered this for a while. He wanted to, and he knew it would help them when it came time to engage. But he was very sore. Then again, depending on what form he chose, flight would potentially use different muscles. 
"Hana might have something for your sore muscles, if you ask nicely..." The boy glowered. "C'mon Rheoaan, she's not out to get you." 
"How do you know?"
"Because I know. And you trust me, right?"
"...[I]de'i[/i]," Rohaan nodded. 
"Think about all the people who have tried to hurt you. Did any of them save your life first?"
"[I]Je.[/I]"
"Did any of them teach you how to read?"
Rohaan sighed. "You ask her." 
Berlin laughed. "No! That's not how this works. You want it, you gotta ask. Anyway, think you can do a fly-by for me? You can't be seen, that's very important." 
Rohaan mused for a moment, then nodded. "Aye Ca-mm." 

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Uban was at the wheel with Berlin's telescope in one hand and a map pinned to the helm with another. He was a decent navigator--far better than he was a cook. Seeing Hana beckon him, he stashed the telescope and rolled up the map, handed both to a passing Berlin, and joined her, looking at the pistol she held. 
"We gonna shoot someone?" he beamed, then more seriously asked, "What's this for?" The sun was high and warm, so Uban hadn't bothered with shoes, and he'd broken out his spare shirt since his other one stank of sweat and saltwater too much for even his tolerance. This one was dark burgundy and actually had a little bit of embroidery around the open collar; clearly it was a small prize from a prior plundering.