Upon returning to the ship Trilk was easily able to slip aboard and select his cabin from the ones available. It didn't really take him long to choose. One in particular caught his eye almost the moment he stepped foot through its door. It was small compared to the others, with just enough room for a bunk along one wall, a desk built into the other, and a small isle in between. What sold him on the cabin though, aside from it's close proximity to the deck should he need to get outside quickly, was the fact that though tiny the room seemed to be designed perfectly for the sailing master of the ship. Above the desk was a decent sized window that not only let in plenty of light, it would also give him a perfect view of the sea should he be inside and need to rush out to make a sudden course change, or if a storm should come in, or the ship fall under attack, or any number of other things. The rest of the wall not taken up by the desk and window was filled with built in drawers, cupboards and shelves. There were plenty of places to safely stow his charts, drafting materials, and navigation instruments without worrying what would happen to them if the ship should suddenly pitch to one side or another. Not to mention more than enough room for his few personal items.
Not bothering to find out if any of the others were interested in it, Trilk began pulling things from his bag and putting them away, claiming the cabin as his own. Books on a shelf next to the door, new charts in a cubby beside the desk within easy reach, clothes were folded and placed into a set of drawers that had been built in under the bed, and various other items into their appropriate places. Yes, he truly did believe he could be comfortable here.
