The waves broke against the side of the ship, rocking her in and out of sleep. The crate around her shifted mockingly as if saying that they could move and she couldn't. Her knees ached from being bent as she sat in a corner, as the ship sailed. Hidden from sailors, the Claith survived among the crates. She slept curled up on a blanket she'd snuck away from one of the cots of the men aboard the ship. Her food was from barrels kept near her and her home was the shadows that hid her just out of sight from watchful eyes.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and she rested her head with a sigh against the wall as she examined a mark on her boot. Rain soon enough began to fall outside the ship, joining the sea and salt. The winds guided her towards a new home. A new destiny. She smiled dimly, one day she'd make it that far. With another crash of thunder and water, the Claith closed her eyes and wondered where she'd wake tomorrow.
