"Oh its going to be so beautiful," Sara said looking out of the bow of the ship. Her eyes bright with imagination, "Becky I can't wait to show you it all." Sara said with a bright smile.

I tried to form a smile, but the constant sway and move of the ocean kept it from being genuine. On the few times that we 'ad gone to the continent the trips had been fairly short and calm. The high seas of the Atlantic on the other hand were something else. "I- I'm sure its going to be great Sara" I said, 'olding onto the edge of the boat trying to keep myself centered and failing miserably. I looked down at the water and groaned at the sure knowledge that before the day was out that I would be throwing up again.

Sara knelt down next to me on the deck putting a motherly 'and on my back, rubbing it in a soothing manner. I let out a pleasant murmur from the back of my throat and for a few moments the problems of the world seemed to fade away with her touch. Then the boat pitch strongly against a wave, and my stomach attempted to empty itself.

"Oh Becky, I'm sorry, I didn't know you got so seasick" Sara said holding my hair back as I dry 'eaved over the side of the boat.

"N… ugh… Not your fault Sara. You shouldn't apologize." I said waving a 'and at where I thought she was.

"I'm going to see if the crew has a hammock they can set up for you." Sara said.

I thought briefly of trying to sleep or just rest in a sling swinging back and forth. I looked back skeptically as my stomach churned at the idea.

"No, no really," Sara started excitedly and I smiled as she got 'er teaching face one. "If you have a hammock you wont swing as much. Since when your in it you always point down with gravity. So even if the boat is swinging back and forth, the hammock will keep pointing down." she said and I rested my head on my arm trying to think it over. Then something odd happened. A look of worry seemed to come over Sara. A kind of self consciousness I 'adn't seen on her before. "I'm sorry, its just an idea" she said twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"No, no I get it, could you ask for me?" I said quickly.

She nodded and looked around before 'urrying off somewhere else. I looked about the deck and saw some of the fancy ladies we had met when we first got on board. They seemed so nice. But now they were very pointedly looking away from me.

After a few minutes Sara came back and helped me to my feet, keeping me on my feet, letting me lean on her. As we got back to my room a few of the sailors were hanging up a 'ammock in the small space. They looked at the bed then back to me then shook their heads before shuffling out. Sara led me to the hammock and helped me into the hammock. I groaned at the initial swaying of getting in, it quickly settled into a peaceful consistency I hadn't felt since we had gotten on the boat. I opened my eyes and noticed the slowly swaying room and felt my stomach started to churn again.

"No, no don't open your eyes." Sara said slipping her slender hands over my eyes and the world receded back into darkness "Just for a while, try and get some rest..." she said in a soothing voice.

Compared to the beds that Sara has spoiled me with, the 'ammock was hardly luxurious, but after two weeks at sea without a single night of real rest, it was more comfortable than I could 'ave imagined. So I slipped into sleep, just enjoying the soft sound of the waves, without the constant motion they caused.


Sara looked down at the nested Becky, looking comfortable and peaceful for the first time in weeks. Becky breathed in an out softly her chest raising softly with each breath.

Sara leaned down brushing a few errant strands of hair behind Becky's ear. Then her hand cupped her face her thumb caressing the side of the once scullery maids cheek. As Becky let out a little grumble of sleeplessness, she pulled her hand back. As if being caught in a nobleman's pocket. She looked down at her hand like it had betrayed her in some way. She slowly went about the cabin putting things away and touching things up. There wasn't much needed, Becky always kept her own room impeccably clean. As she finished and got ready to blow out the lantern she looked one last time at her former fellow prisoner in the Bastille. A kind of forlorn smile appeared on her face "Good night Becky." she said simply, blew the lantern out, and closed the door quietly behind her.