They settled themselves on the far side of the deck against a cabin that surely led into the underside, Kagome was sure this section had a name but she'd never really learned much about boats and sailing. The wall here provided some amount of shielding against the oceans spray that kept attempting to come up over the edges. It did nothing for the ever present chilled fog that drifted about.
Zabuza sat with one leg stretched out, and another propped up so he could rest his arm on his knee. Kubikiribocho slanted at a sharp angle trapped between his back and the wall. Kagome flopped down gracelessly on the side of Zabuza that proffered the hilt. She stretched her arms out parallel with her legs until she felt her back pop. She groaned in appreciation.
'I wonder how long before we reach Yugakure' She considered asking, but decided against it. He'd probably just grunt at her.