She only gave a quick, passing glance to her face in the mirror. Once, she had gotten worried about how pale her skin had gotten and how many dark bags were under her eyes, but now it was hard to care. She once had been called a beauty, but it was hard to say the same now. Not that it really mattered - all that mattered was keeping up with the news and getting from ship to ship.

"Want some coffee?" Telma, the current captain's pilot, asked. Her red hair was in cornrows, her dark skin shining. Her back was straight, and she held clear authority. At her feet was a large, puffy white cat. "You look like you need some, Zelda."

She nodded. "That would be wonderful."

"Come to the kitchen with me," Telma instructed. She pointed down the air ship's dark halls, past rows of doors leading into other rooms. "I need to speak with you about some rather important matters. Besides, I want to start up some breakfast for myself; I am absolutely starving from last night's near attack." She chuckled.

Zelda looked to her feet. That had certainly been close, but they had managed to keep the Twilit Pirates at bay. "Your crew certainly did well."

"Well why would you ever doubt them?"

"As did you," Zelda added. When the two had first met, Telma had told her what must have been hundreds of stories about what she and her crew did, but only now did she know for a fact just how true everything was. Though she did not immediatly percieve the woman and the people on her crew as liars, she had been in the skies long enough to know that sometimes stories got stretched.

"Oh, thank you." She grinned. "I've always liked being able to prove myself."

Their words echoed across the metal hallway. Zelda had certainly been on nicer looking ships before, though it certainly was held together well. The inside was a mess of just about every metal imaginable, though she knew it would certainly hold up.

"Like the ship?"

"It's certainly working."

"So what's it like?"

"What?" Zelda raised an eyebrow.

Telma vaguely gestured around her with her hands. "Going around from ship to ship, never stopping and staying on one? I don't mean to disrespect you, but I don't quite understand what could make someone want to do it."

"No offense was taken, Telma." Zelda silenced for a moment, looking down to her shoes. No one had ever asked her that kind of question before; it was just expected that she continue her life as it was, always ready to fight. "It certainly keeps you separate from most, but I won't say that it's bad. Most of the air ship crews are nice enough, and they're always glad for my help. Never have I been on one ship that is one hundred perfect sure of its protection against the Twili."

"We were only hoping that they would ignore us! It was a good thing that you had decided to stick with us yesterday. When you asked for a ride, I had no idea that you knew that we were going to be attacked." She stopped, cocking her head to the side. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Figure out that my ship was going to be attacked," she said. "Are you magic, Zelda?"

She shook her head. "I had simply analyzed information and guessed that you were likely to be attacked."

"Now why would they attack us?" Telma began walking again, then pointed to a rusty door at the end of the hall. "That's the door to the kitchen."

"Because of your cargo," Zelda said. "You all may be simple traders, but that has no meaning to most of the Twilit pirates."

"What could they have possibly been after? We don't trade very many valuable goods!"

"Not to them," she responded. "The food you're selling is some of the most long lasting in all of the land of Hyrule. Those scoundrels need to eat too." Zelda opened the kitchen door, holding it for the older woman.

"Thank you." She walked inside, then turned to her right and began to open a large wooden barrel.

The kitchen too was made of mixed metals, though the cabinets, table, and chairs were all made of wood. Some game cards lay absently on the table, the game long since forgotten. A few plates and utensils sat out as well, some looking as if they had mold on it.

Telma sighed. "There was a reason that I didn't want you to come in here last night."

"I've seen many worse places." She sat down at a chair.

"What would you like to eat with your coffee? I was going to drink a potion and some coffee, maybe even give some meat to my cat. A bit of cheese sounds good as well."

"I'm not hungry."

"Then how will you keep your strength up?"

"Like you," Zelda responded. "I'll drink a potion."

"Alright, let me-"

"No," she said. "I have inconvenienced you all enough." She reached her hand into the small brown sack tied to her waist. She pulled out a bottle filled to the very brim with a light green liquid. Taking off the cork, she held the bottle to her lips and drank it all in one long gulp.

"Do as you please then." Telma turned back to what she was working on. "So, how much longer will you be staying with us? The crew already seems to have warmed up to you."

"Probably a few more days at most, at least until I am sure that your ship is again completely safe. If the Twilit Pirates really want that food, then they know that there will be a fight for it."

The older woman chuckled. "And fight we will."

Just then, the door tore open to a boy in green. His blond hair was a mess, and he was covered in sweat. Holding up his hands, he began to frantically sign away. Zelda's heart raced at the expressions on his face, not the words he signed. She had seen a similar hand language before during her travels, but none were like what the boy used.

"Oh no," Telma said. Her normally dark face was incredibly pale. "How the hell could this have even happened?" She looked over to Zelda. "We have a stowaway, and she's a Twili."