The sun was low on the horizon, still waking from its deep slumber. The ocean below it rocked the ship gently, no a single bit of land in sight. Soon the night routine would be over and the deck would buzz with activity and so Cecil had gotten used to waking so early. It was her chance to be herself, with less chances of being caught. The witch loved to read, and was doing so right now, clinging to the ropes before the quarter deck, letting the wind throw her hair over her shoulders . In her hand was a brown leather bound book with the name faded to almost nothing. The edges were worn, almost falling apart and obviously well used. Shifting her position, Cecillia twisted her arm around one of the ropes, using it to turn the page. The book had once belonged to her grandmother and contained spells that were thought to be lost. All Cecil was doing was trying to memorize them, in case the ship went under before she could grab the book. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zero really wasn't much of a sleeper, though for the past three nights, he hadn't slept. And so, it was a morning for him to sleep in. Nothing would wake him but the sound of a fight, or someone jumping on his bed like his younger brother used to.