The next three weeks of the voyage passed in a blur of consistency. The crew did their job and Sarah stayed out of their way. No one spoke to her directly and that was the way she preferred it. She took her meals straight from the galley and out onto the deck. James joined her after a time and they would sit side by side, joking, laughing, and telling tales until the sun, exhausted, hid under the horizon and its cousins, the stars, appeared to relieve it of its place in the sky. Sarah pointed to the constellations in turn, explaining their origins to the wide-eyed, ever-curious boy. Just as her father has done for her all those years ago. There was something about this vast expanse of water that brought out more of the pale beauties, pinpricks on the otherwise inky sky.