Ivana Bennett was swinging around the small steel plate she held in her hand, which she had wrapped with a cloth strip and turned into a makeshift knife.
"You're welcome to give it a shot!"
"One needs to be warm and well-fed to have the guts to flirt, and right now, I'm not in the mood!"
Stooping down, Ivana set down a handful of wild berries and traced her steps back into the woodland.
Instead of eating the berries left for her, she spun on her heel, walked over to the beach, turned over some rocks, and began a thorough search.
She caught several small crabs hiding in the crevices between the rocks, gathered them into the folds of her shirt and carried them back to the fire.
Making a new fire, she immediately threw in the crabs.
Although Ivana's words were harsh, she understood that to survive, she needed to eat. She wouldn't take Ivana's food, but she could find her own.
...
...
On the warship.
