Joseph didn’t stir as Elissa uttered his name, he seemed deeply asleep - his arms were limp and heavy and his breaths deep and slow. There was the odd flicker of movement across his face, perhaps he was dreaming? Perhaps not. 

The movement of the ship seemed a little rockier now, although not turbulent. The sun would be rising once again, soon.

There seemed to be not much noise from within the ship, perhaps the revelry had ended?