The rest of her day went by uneventfully. Though the waters were rough as the day grew late, it was nothing that would be an emergency. In fact it seemed that once the night began, the waters calmed down considerably. Still the captain wasn't going to be careless and made sure to have the ship fully manned. Though not quite as numerous as it is during the day, the night shift consisted of races such as half-orcs and dwarves, those capable of seeing in the dark and generally hardy people. You'd soon hear a knock on your door to let you know that the night watch was beginning. It was Sticky, one of the cabin boys. As his name implies he's rather lanky and skinny, especially for a full-blooded orc. He resembled a tree or quite possibly a dark green elf, depending on what angle you look at. Of the crew members, Sticky is one of the few who is consistently willing to spare with you when he's not busy himself.

"Ah, good mornin! I m-mean good night! Uh, wot I mean ta say, I'm 'ere ta tell ya it's da night watch now! Boss told me ta tell ye, in case ye ah, sleep in or sumthin." He spoke in a typical orcish accent, though not quite as heavy as the other orcs who seem to speak some combined language of common and their native orcish. Compared to most orcs you've met, Sticky only seems slightly below average intelligence, as oppose to very low. In any case it was indeed night time now, and your vision is in a gray scale. Sticky didn't bring anything to provide illumination, not even a candle. You could hear the snoring of other crewmembers down the hall as well as the ocean waves just outside.