A groggy morning in the ship's cabins

Fuu's head was ringing when she awoke, and when she opened her eyes, the light that passed over her felt near blinding and she was **** to squeeze them shut again. Chimata Lha did her share to protect Fuu's mind, but she was the Goddess of travel, not of partying, and it seemed there wasn't much she could do to help relieve her chosen disciple of the consequences of imbibement.

For a while, she simply lay there, retreating back into the peaceful recesses of her mind, and letting all that discomfort of her body drift around her like ocean waves, passing peacefully with only the occasional jostle. The events of the last night were blurry at best, though as she lay there she gradually started to remember the general tone and nature of the night's activities. The soreness in her body on top of the effects of the liquor only reassured her of those faint moments of discomfort and ecstasy that she did remember.

Eventually, she had **** but to **** her eyes open and see what had become of herself and her crew.

She was in a room, she realized. A cramped little bunkhouse, by the looks of it, laid out on one of a half dozen or so cots. She was naked, of course, but her clothing wasn't far from her in a neat little folded pile on the floor. The creases were a bit rough, but if she didn't know better, Fuu might have even thought that she had folded them herself.

Her body ached still, but she was--surprisingly--relatively clean. There was a bit of dirt, but she wasn't exactly plastered in the semen of... well of sea men as she might have expected.

It took some effort to pull herself to a seated position, especially given the way her head pulsed and spun with each movement, but Fuu managed it nonetheless. In the cot across from her, she recognized the slender sleeping figure of Becky--and the bundle of worn, dark cloth at her feet seemed to be her clothing as well. The other four beds contained four more Bravos, each seemingly safe and sound, though none seemed close to waking. Kiera was missing, and that set her somewhat on edge. The room did only have so many cots, however, so putting them all in together wasn't exactly ever going to be an option.

The floors and ceilings were all made of the same brassy metal, smooth to the touch, though not particularly shiny or well kept. At the very least, it seemed to be clear of rust. Aside from the beds, the room was fairly sparse, though a covered jug of water had been braced against the wall opposite the door. After inspecting it briefly for any sort of foul play, Fuu pulled some water out with the provided ladle and drank it down.

The liquid brought some relief, though her head was still spinning, and the world seemed to move with sudden lurches, so her hangover must have been--wait, no. Setting the ladle back in it's place, Fuu closed her eyes and willed herself to return to that meditative state. The voice of Chimata Lha flowed through her, and at once she understood.

It wasn't that she was so terribly disoriented from the liquor. No--they were moving, and moving fast. At once, everything clicked in her head. The Midnight Duckling was airborne, and they were on it.