While everyone's eyes were turned up towards the magnificent shade of the sky Mirrah's eyes were turned downward, staring intently at the lapping waves at the side of the boat. Her brows were knitted into a tight frown and she was clutching the railing until her knuckles turned white. She probably would've liked the sunset too, only looking up seemed to make the entire boat sway as if she had vertigo and would go sprawling onto the floor if she even twitched a neck muscle. Her stomach seemed to be doing flips and cartwheels, bad ones at that.

It took her a good long moment to realize that she just might be seasick. She noticed it when she boarded, the weird feeling in her gut that told her she didn't really want to be there. But now here she was, holding onto the ship as if she could hold it still, keep it from rocking more than it already was. What was worse was that the moment she defined her problem her stomach must've graduated into pole vaults and somersaults and she felt her face turn green.

Maybe anyway.

Mirrah held a hand to her face. She had lived in the mountain areas for quite a while and even traversed plains and cities but she never thought the sea would make her feel...this bad. She turned away from the sea, clenching her teeth, doing her best not to let her stomach flip high enough to expel its contents onto the deck. At least she had a light breakfast. She was feeling somewhat hungry before she got on the ship but the feeling was long gone now.

Apparently so was Wilhelm. Mirrah let out a pained sigh as she scanned the deck. Of course the boy would want to do some research instead of normal things like witnessing a beautiful sunset. Lorena wasn't anywhere in sight either but Mirrah hardly cared about what that woman did. Maybe Wilhelm retreated below deck. Mirrah pressed her hand against her stomach breathing out steeply before wondering if a below decks would feel better than on deck.

It was then that she noticed a few of the sailors dashing across the deck. One of them skidded to a stop to whisper something into another sailor's ear before both of them nodded in unison. He then disappeared into the captain's cabin before the other one hastily, though not hurriedly, began to greet each group or person on deck with a nervous smile. It was hard to hear what they were discussing but his shaking hands told Mirrah enough. He was gesturing towards the stairs that lead below deck.

Mirrah chanced another glance out towards the sea. There wasn't much there except a distant strip of land and miles of water between. Mirrah craned her head, looking down the side of the ship and there it was. Another ship, just as she thought. Mirrah sighed heavily, slumping where she stood. Pirates? Seriously? Who does that anymore?

"Miss, a moment of your time."

She turned her head, suddenly facing the spindly man with sunken eyes who had appeared before her just as he did to the rest of the deck. An air of uneasiness was spreading across the deck. The man's grin didn't seem to do a good job of hiding it. He gestured towards the stairs with a gray gloved hand.

"There seems to be an emergency. There's no need to panic but the captain would like to have you return to your rooms. Safety concerns, you see."

Mirrah tried to take another glance towards the sea but the man simply shoved his face closer to Mirrah, his eyes bulging slightly while his grin stretched an extra inch. "Please, Miss. If you don't have a room, it's still advised for you to take refuge downstairs. It's safe down there, you see. Safer than--"

A violent jolt of the ship sent the man stumbling backwards where Mirrah instantly clutched the railing, feeling her insides squelch and whine with the trembles. She jerked a glance back out towards the second ship only to find herself looking down the bow of the exact ship. The sides of both boats were scraping loudly against each other. Their advance was slow but she could already see men on that other boat, swinging sabres and leering greedily.

Mirrah pushed herself away from the railing, stumbling with the slight incline. Screams were erupting from the remaining people on deck.

"Pirates!!!"

Mirrah groaned inwardly, feeling the trembling of the ship reach an entire new level with the stomping feet of people running for their lives, wherever that was considering the boat was enclosed. Shouts began to mingle with screams and Mirrah made a staggering dash towards a staircase on the other side of the ship, desperate to get to Wilhelm before the pirates got to him, or at least keep her stomach in place long enough for her to make it down the stairs.