Fareeha sat with her back held against the beam behind her, her wrists bound atop a cross beam above, leaving her arms hanging lazily on either side of her head. Her legs lay straight in front of her, both her feet flopping back and forth alternately as she did her best to keep herself entertained, though it was a difficult endeavor to embark on. She spent mos of the time thinking, trying to escape her imprisonments vicariously, though as far as some of the places she'd been to, imprisonment aboard this particular vessel wasn't so bad.

She knew well enough, for female stowaways, their payment for being found out was far more dreadful than death, though given her interaction with the two sailors designated to keep tabs on her, this crew didn't seem an inherently evil sort. besides nearly tossing her off the ship, anyway. Fareeha knew and understood how bad stowaways were, and while she was miffed at being the recipient of a captain's resentment for her actions in getting aboard, she understood that she was, indeed, riding the line on her case. She was just relieved to be allowed to live and kept alone.

She'd handle the authorities when the time came.

And yet, despite her tertiary presence aboard this ship, she still managed to get herself entangled in unfinished business, a fact that troubled her greatly. Fareeha's luck hadn't been good for the last few months, and even here, the odds seemed against her. She understood why, yet knowing that didn't comfort her much. and even then, it was just her luck that this unresolved issue was in the hands, literally, of the ship brat, a little blonde thing, too inexperienced to understand the small value in ideals.

It always caused a seething grit of Fareeha's teeth whenever she thought about it, or specifically, the blonde girl that had taken her necklace under false pretenses. To be sure, Fareeha had given it up in the heat of the moment, thinking of little more than life or death, but given such a betrayal at the hands of that woman, Fareeha also had little more than contempt for her, even if her bratty nature was rather admirable, at least if it were seen as reckless determination. She didn't seem to give much of anything in the way of caring what others thought about her, a quality that Fareeha had captured within her own self.

She also had snow white skin of the niveous sort that burned a lovely crimson in anger or embarrassment. It was rather fetching beneath such golden hair, Fareeha opined to herself, albeit reluctantly.

Fareeha's lips meandered longingly as her stomach began to tumble, wondering where the crewmen has gone, already having figured out the general schedule from the tiny flashes of sunlight that made its way down from the deck two floors above. It was close to noon, she could tell, when one of the two would usually show up. Against her better judgement, she allowed a glance toward her open crate, her eyes wandering along the collection of packaged food she'd brought. Her stomach immediately tumbled louder as Fareeha's cheeks rose pitifully, regrettably deciding on her next meal, despite not knowing when it was to come next.

"Fuuuuck," she quietly whispered to herself in pitiable anguish, "Some boiled water and I could get some of that quinoa cooked up, sautéed with some of those peppers and onions if they're still good to eat… Some of that seasoned and dehydrated beef on top… Mmm."

Her eyes followed along the length of the massive box, turning from one delectable treat to another, swiftly going from one item to another as though her eyes were a patron at one of those parlors where food was wheeled out along a track right in front of you, ready to sink her teeth into everything her eyes came upon.

Suddenly, her ears perked up at the sound of movement at the doorway, her eyes immediately jumping to find that blonde-haired woman standing there casually, stopping within the threshold with a fiendish look on her face with her arms crossed. She leaned against the door's frame, silently, as though waiting for Fareeha to speak first.

Fareeha rolled her eyes, "Oh please, you're trying to play my game? I didn't get this far in life by being outplayed, Princess, you might as well just say what you're up to by being down here again. Looking for another kiss or something?"

As she expected, her last words there forced Angela to a start as she pushed herself to her feet, "Hey, don't even start with me! I traded for Hana's place; if you don't behave, you aren't seeing anybody else until after dark. How about that?!"

Fareeha shrugged, "I think it looks like I could go longer with without food or drink than you can go without seeing me."

At that, Angela flinched, though she caught herself before she could fall into Fareeha's trap, checking her anger and breathing deeply with eyes closed, taking a quick moment to compose herself before she went on, calmly, "Look, Faheera, I just-"

"Fareeha," the stowaway clarified intently as her eyes fell into a droll stare.

Angela groaned, "Okay, Fareeha, I'm just checking in on you, alright? Nothing to get all pissy about."

Fareeha's face turn from one of bemusement to confusion, her brow furrowing intently as she tried to pick up on what this woman must have been getting at.

"Need anything?" Angela asked with arms outstretched in a dramatic shrug, "I don't know what usually do for you when you need it."

"For starters," Fareeha began lowly, "I thirst."

Angela nodded, "Alright. I'll get you some water."

She turned before walking deeper into the hold, finding one of the barrels that was designated as being for fresh water and dipping a nearby cup in to complete the task, the silence causing her to jump in surprise as Fareeha spoke up frigidly, "I brought my own, but thanks for contributing to your crew's certain doom."

Angela turned her head to meet Fareeha's eyes, slowly turning the cup over so that the water trickled back out into the barrel, forcing Fareeha to put on a sardonic face at the scene playing out before her. The water gurgled noisily as the cup finished emptying itself before Angela began toward the crate at Fareeha's side, tossing the empty cup toward the prisoner who, being unable to handle the wooden accouterment, flinched as it lightly slammed into her chest, ricocheting and falling onto the ground, twirling in a circle near her feet.

"Catch," Angela muttered in annoyance, earning a rueful glance from Fareeha as she bent low to pick the cup back up before crouching down outside the crate as she explored, "Okay, water…water…water…"

"It's in the small barrel labeled 'water'," Fareeha spoke beneath her breath, causing Angela to groan as she brought an open hand to her face.

She whipped her head around angrily, "Look, do you want a drink or not?! Another smartass comment and I'm out of here, alright? I'm trying to help out."

"Pfft," Fareeha scoffed, "'Help out', huh? Why? Weren't you one of the ones whose first instinct was to toss me overboard?"

Angela frowned, "Okay, how about you quit speaking altogether and my last offer still stands?! Honestly, you're just so- You haven't even a clue how lucky you are to be on this ship versus any other; they would've sent your ass right off into the sea. At least we're keeping you alive until we hand you right over to the authorities! at the cost of my sanity, at that! It's like you-"

She'd continued to rummage through the pile of provisions that had slid out from the side-turned crate, left by Junkrat and Hana's now-repeated instances of pulling out and preparing food for the stowaway, and as she moved some containers and bags aside, Angela grasped a box that intrigued her, pulling it up to her face for a closer inspection.

"Blini..? Is this really blini?" she asked, reading the engraved text on the side of the wooden case in her hand.

At Fareeha's silence, she turned her head to catch a glimpse of her prisoner with unamused expression, her lips turned inward to signal her inability to speak, causing Angela to release a heavy, exasperated sigh, "You can talk, okay?!"

"You have quite the impetuous mind, Princess," Fareeha mused discomfortingly as she rolled her eyes.

"I know what that one means," Angela frowned, reaching out an arm to present the case to Fareeha, "Is this really blini?"

Fareeha frowned, "What, you're gonna steal that too?"

"I've stolen nothing," Angela reiterated plainly, "You gave me something, if that's what you mean."

A snortish reply came as Fareeha twisted her lips with an insistent tone, "Princess, I'll give you-"

"It's Angela," came an obtrusive reply, Angela frowning heatedly, "Cut out the 'princess' shit, alright? Don't make me show you just how un-princesslike I really am."

"Oh ho ho!" Fareeha goaded with a smirk, "What'cha gonna do? Let down your fair hair just a little bit less?"

Angela gave her a scorching stare before slowly rising to her feet, pulling the case of blini close to her chest to brace it, bringing over her other hand to yank open the top to reveal a box-full of pouches containing the tiny Russian pancakes, sitting so daintily in a row. She reached in and pulled one out at the tips of her fingers, staring straight at Fareeha as she took a bite, shrugging as she did so.

"Stealing food from a stowaway. Not exactly the sort of thing a prin-," she paused, suddenly, noticing a mischievous grin stretching across Fareeha's face as her own mouth began to radiate with a stabbing pain at the presence of something indelibly spicy.

Her mouth shot open, breathing increased as she desperately attempted to bring in cooler air onto her tongue as her head whipped from side to side, seeking out the source of anything that might quell the sweltering pain along the whole of her tongue and across her mouth, finding the open top of the barrel of water she'd previously been at, making a mad dash toward it and dunking her head into the exposed water, sending a splash of water into the air as she held her mouth open, the still water inside doing its best to mild the pain.

Fareeha snorted amusedly before openly laughing, her arms jerking back and forth as they hung there with her while body convulsing as she sat there. Angela's shoulders began to flex as she pulled her head out from the water, her blonde hair having already darkened into a darker shade as it clung to her face, a slow hand reaching up to slide along her forehead to clear it away as her shallow breaths progressed.

"Once again, your inexperience is well founded," Fareeha snickered, "That's spicy blini; obviously you can't handle such things."

Angela's body slowly turned to meet the woman, her brow crinkled angrily as her hair continued to cling to her skin, Fareeha shrugging before continuing along, "I told you to give me back that necklace. So long as you have it, you'll having nothing but bad luck; that's just how it goes. It's what you get from stealing from a defenseless woman as I."

She teased with a faux sort of hopeless frown, though quickly shifted to an amused laugh as she lowered her head forward, shaking it with an amused air of disbelief at Angela's insistence. Already feeling rather grimy from having dunked her head and her hair covering her torso with the same uncomfortable wetness, Angela merely stood there with a pained face, turning to leave, well aware that the prisoner would not be eating or drinking for the rest of the day. Fareeha seemed to recognize it as well, a sigh leaving her as she spoke up to catch her attention.

"Okay, okay, I won't be mean anymore, okay? I'd very much like to eat," Fareeha spoke up, trying to hide her pleading behind a lighthearted voice, "I won't even bring up the stolen necklace, alright? C'mon, I'll give you some blini that's sweet instead of spicy."

Angela had already stopped in her path, though the promise of that Russian delicacy she'd always wanted to try captivated her enough for her to spin her head around, running her thumb and forefinger across her closed eyes in her own detestable view of her own self for taking a step back toward the crate, shaking her head in exasperation.

"I think it's that one, with the green lid," she instructed lightly, "I think they've even got cinnamon in there. If you sneak it into whatever kind of oven you have aboard, it'll be ten-times better."

Angela followed her instruction, pulling out the box and pulling it toward her silently enough that it threw Fareeha off before she went on, "Oh come on, I was just screwing with you. Angela, right? Look, I don't know why you keep coming down here, but as long as you're my avenue for food, I guess I need to at least be cordial. You did save me from drowning, I suppose."

Angela half-shrugged, "'could'a saved me from that spicy shit."

"Yeah, I guess so," Fareeha grinned, "Just try one of those and see if it doesn't help your mood."

Carefully picking from the case the rolled up dough that made up the blini, Angela made sure to smell it first, catching the gentle whiff of cinnamon'd sugar with a pleasant nod of her head, "I guess it smells pretty good."

"Right?" Fareeha replied, "I think it came from a bakery in Kiev, so they said when I picked it up in Morocco. They could literally tell you anything, but at least these are good."

Angela's eyes wandered over toward her, "Morocco? Did you ever see Carthage?"

"I went by there once or twice. I captained a small schooner for a year or two, we worked along the whole Mediterranean. What, you got a thing for ancient times?"

Angela shyly turned away, "It was all I could get enough to read about. Reading so much, it was sort of an escape, I suppose; I mean, not even Rome or Carthage, but any story, I could be totally lost in."

A smile crossed Fareeha's face, the intimate setting and offering seeming to have opened up the way to conversation with this dame, a knowing pang crossing her as she spoke up, "Well, you gonna eat it? I'm still hungry, you know."

"Oh!" went Angela, embarrassed by having divulged so much.

She took another sniff, just to make sure, before daintily taking the small roll of pancake into her mouth, her senses awash with sweetness at the immediate hint of sugar and cinnamon. She shut her eyes as she took in the pleasant puff of flavor, even if it was too much; anything was preferable to the assault of her previous taste of blini.

"Well, you make it look good," Fareeha noted with a boyish grin, breaking Angela from her heavenly reverie with a start, a line of crimson rushing to her face in embarrassment.

Fareeha gave a snorting sort of chuckle before shrugging, "Okay, my turn; you said you came down here to feed me, right?"

"O-Oh, yeah," Angela stammered, putting aside her half-eaten blininto the side, pulling out another and raising it toward Fareeha, who receptively opened her mouth wide, forcing another hushed muttering from the captain's daughter, "W-W-What?!"

Shrugging easily, Fareeha replied, "What? You're to feed me, correct?"

"Feed you?! Like this?!" Angela cried out.

"I mean, you could untie me and see how quickly I can escape your grasp if it would make you feel better" Fareeha answered easily.

Angela but her lip, weighing her options as Fareeha went on, "Why'd you think it was so demeaning to those two? They hated it, especially the springy one; I made sure she had to prepare some of the stuff that requires to hands so she'd have to wince as she held a bowl or something for me to eat soup out of. Pretty funny stuff, actually; she hated every minute she was down here."

Lowering her head ashamedly, Angela stiffened her lips as she let out a sigh from her nose, willing up the courage to progress. She eyed her hand as it folded the blini into a tighter roll that might fit into the stowaway's mouth, Angela slowly aiming her stare at Fareeha's lips. Her hand would be so close to her, mere inches from that skin that looked as golden brown and delicious as the pastry she'd just fit between her lips. For a moment, she wanted little more than to have that skin between her lips as well. For all the rigidity of Fareeha's character, Angela was irrepressibly moved to lust when given enough of a moment to truly study the woman's form and her toasted skin. So deliciously exotic, she thought, her mind blanking slightly as Fareeha visibly grew impatient.

"Okay, princess. Me. Hungry. Now," she spoke up seriously, forcing Angela back to reality as she came to a startle."

Angela nodded with a carelessly slow speed, nearly giving away how lost she was, reaching her out further as Fareeha tilted her head backward, awaiting the pastry to get into position without hitting her face, swiftly sliding forward and taking a bite, sending a shiver down Angela's arm s if she'd been afraid the woman would bit more than the pastry, taking some of her fingers as well. The shivering continued as she watched Fareeha's satisfied face, her eyes closed while chewing the delicacy, a gentle hum of pleasing taste escaping her mutely before swallowing the blini.

"Mmm," she nodded happily, "Truly a delicacy."

Angela's stayed sneakily focused on her face, fixated on the swirling line of ink that ran around her eye in random patters, before catching herself tracing Fareeha's lips, finding a bit of sugar just along her bottom lip, wanting nothing more in her blank reverie than to combine the delicacy she has just tasted with the one she was so incredibly forbidden from tasting.

Despite Angela's absentminded stare, Fareeha opened her mouth once again, eyes closed, before muttering instructively, "I want more."

Angela's insides coiled frustratingly, those words carrying a far too dangerous connotation into Angela's ears. She reached up her hand to greet Fareeha's lips with more of her treat, though as she moved forward, she found herself crawling closer, Angela's heart beginning to beat rapidly. She'd already been taken by the lips by this woman. Why would she even mind a second

BOOM

The world around Angela shook violently as her body teetered off balance, her legs suddenly jerking forward as the Splitstream swung back and forth in a sudden shock, catching herself on one of the slatted panels of wood beneath her. Angela's head whipped around in sudden terror, her disorientation leading her to watching Fareeha's fierce face staring up curiously up toward the decks above.

"I think you guys are under-"

BOOM!

Angela gasped under her breath as the ship took another hit, rising onto her shaky legs as she carefully made her way along the swaying floor beneath her, rushing up toward the main deck to ascertain what on earth, or sea, was going on, leaving Fareeha behind with an unamused face, shaking her bound wrists against the beam that held her still where she was.

"Uh, hello?!" she wondered loudly, though Angela was out of earshot by then, leaving the former captain to sigh to herself with a shake of the head, "Amateurs."

Working her way up to her feet, Fareeha held the rope at her wrist down against its crossbeam, giving her a leverage point as she jumped, swinging her lower body into the air and arcing right into the pole she'd been strapped to, her ankle grasping its peak to leave her hanging upside down. She skillfully shook her other foot, her boot rocking loose until a tiny, serrated knife fell out from where it had been loosely anchored for such an occasion, having done so to where the knife fell into her hands.

"You get unlucky; only a matter of time before it rubs off," she mused to herself with a frown, swinging back down to her feet and working the knife along the rope that kept her bound, "Looks like this is where I get off. Hopefully it's not bad company."