Silja still stood in the distance, and if she had to be honest with herself, she had a hard time making up her mind wether to stay there, or wether to finally go aboard.

When she had been given the chance to become part of this mission, an inner voice had told her that this might be another chance to be grabbed. But now she tried to picture this huge ship flying, when she wouldn't even trust a thing of that size swimming.
Above that, once aboard, there would be no second chance that soon to just turn her back on her companions in case she found out she didn't get along with them - or they with her.

She was asking herself wether that "inner voice" might just have been her usual "ohmygodachancetogetawayfromheregoongoongoon"- reflex. And wether maybe this time, she should not have listened to it.

"And what, stay around and try to marry into a wealthy family? They are so waiting for a girl that doesn't even know for sure how many siblings she has that could be invited for dinner, and I've heard that hair like a cow's tail and a twice broken nose are the latest fashion in these parts, too.
How about you grab your stuff, shuffle onto that ship and try to stay in the middle, near one of the masts, in any case?"
She cursed.

Then she shrugged. At least one of them was handing out food. "That might be a good sign", she thought.