The Morrigan was imponent in the harbors of Spain. A small detour, nothing more, and the ship would set sail once more in a few days. The city offered many escapades, but you had no interest in them tonight when you could see your cold breath leaving your mouth, body perched against a barrel by the bulwark.

Everything was silent, the crew deciding to leave hours before while the night was still young and the moon hadn't reached it's peak. As much as you enjoyed silence, the clearing of a throat caught your attention and you turned your focus upon none other than Shay, walking towards you with his hands behind his back.

"You're not with the rest of the crew," He commented, irish accent hanging heavy, as if it wasn't obvious enough. "Surprising, considering ye wouldn't stop chatterin' the whole day."

Shay stopped in front of you, arms leaning against the bulwark as if the cold or the sway of The Morrigan did little to bother him. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but the words failed to reach him, and the tension in the air was palpable.