[When she'd been at home, she'd never been on open water. In fact, after her visit to the hellish apartments, she'd developed a large reluctance to go near open waters at all if she couldn't see the bottom. Especially after the incident that had left her nearly crippled in one leg and just shy of being torn in half. That had been years ago and still she had nightmares of it.
So how she managed to let Ian convince her to stay on his ship she has no idea, though at the moment she was tucked beneath a set of stairs out of the sun on the main deck where she wasn't feeling so claustrophobic. Her satchel held protectively close as she read through her notebook, flipping the page and continuing to write. Somehow writing distracted her enough to keep her from thinking too much about what could possibly be swimming beneath the ship.
And because writing was better than openly boggling at the crew members.]
Scalebro for sure
So how she managed to let Ian convince her to stay on his ship she has no idea, though at the moment she was tucked beneath a set of stairs out of the sun on the main deck where she wasn't feeling so claustrophobic. Her satchel held protectively close as she read through her notebook, flipping the page and continuing to write. Somehow writing distracted her enough to keep her from thinking too much about what could possibly be swimming beneath the ship.
And because writing was better than openly boggling at the crew members.]