There is something a little familiar about it huh. In Lucretia's case it's the isolation. She's looking about herself and realising she doesn't know where her loved ones are, or whereabouts she is. Panic spikes, hard and uncomfortable in the back of her throat when she closes her eyes. Not again. Please, not again.

But she's done this before, hasn't she? Just as she's done psyching herself up, Lup's furious voice suddenly pitches over the top of the all the wind and rain and brings a relief so dizzying Lucretia nearly falls over when she tries to stand again. Or is that the ocean mercilessly shoving the boat around? And the water on her face is just the rain, that's all, it's fine, she's fine. Somebody is here.

"Lup," she calls, and grabs the edge of the ship a little harder as everything shudders in the wind, "I don't– uh, maybe don't give it reason to strike you where you stand? I wouldn't put that past it." Not when it feels like this storm is alive some how, reacting to their every move.

"Where are we?"