Jaehwan stayed in the map room most of the day, only emerging when he needed to relieve himself. Once he had gotten over the emotion that the scroll had brought out in him, pushing it to a deep corner of his mind, he had been able to truly peruse the old map. Other things weren't accurate either: the manor house on the hill was depicted as a castle, and the cliff north of the village which the  kids would jump off of into the sea wasn't even featured, but it was still a map. He was still pouring over it, trying to memorize every detail and every town name, when Krystal returned.

She had a small basket with her this time, and she removed a book from one of the cabinets before taking a seat on one of the two stationary chairs along the wall. "Rolls from the galley," she told him, holding up the basket before setting it down on the floor and taking one for herself. Then she settled in to read, and left him to his memorization.

It was probably midday when she closed her book and returned it to the cabinet, then turned to him with a challenging look. "Care to spar?" At his confused look, she clarified, "Fight. Practice fight. It's called sparring, or to spar."

"Ooh," he mouthed, then nodded good naturedly. "Sure! How do I..." and he motioned at the scroll. She smiled and stepped close, reaching down to grab the edges of the map and simply lift it from the table. 

"Just like bowls," she said with a laugh. "It's the intent to remove them that lets them go." 

He took the scroll from her then, rolled it carefully and secured it with the ribbons attached to one end, then put it back in the cabinet she had taken it from. She lowered the table back to the ground as he did that, and when he turned back, she was already headed for the door.

He scrambled to catch up, waving at Aron when they passed, and came out on the main deck with her. To his surprise she didn't stop there, moving on into the officer's quarters and closing the door behind them. "We don't need onlookers," she said to his curious look. His mind went immediately to Joe, and Krystal must have noticed because she gave a shrug. "He's... uh. He's a good sailor," she explained half-heartedly. "He's my brother-in-law's man."

"Why does he dislike me?" Jaehwan blurted oout before he could stop it. It sounded awfully whiny and he cringed as she gave a huff of laughter. 

"Joe dislikes everyone," she said dismissively. "But he's as loyal as they come, and you happen to be wearing clothing that belongs to Yunho."

"Your brother in law," he clarified, to which she nodded. "So he's mad that I'm wearing his master's clothing?" He couldn't keep the incredulous tone from his voice. "That's ridiculous."

"Um," she dropped her eyes to the floor, momentarily uncomfortable though he coudln't guess why. "It's a little more than that but... Anyway! Um. So let's pick up where we left off yesterday."

They worked on the forms she had shown him the previous day, Jaehwan fumbling his way through them and feeling anything but like a natural. She was patient, though, and obviously enjoyed the art of fighting, and he felt like he as finally started to react faster by the time she called it quits. He had worked up a sweat again, especially in the enclosed area they practiced in, and Krystal motioned for him to follow her.

Up the hatch onto the upper deck they went, then up the stairs to the poop deck. This time there was no one there, and Krystal draped herself over the back railing, looking down at the churning ocean behind them. Jaehwan wanted to mimic her but the fear of falling into the water kept him from it, and instead he leaned back against the railing and allowed the heavy winds to cool him off. "Is this what you always do on your sister's ship? Read and fight?" he called over the sound of the waves.

Krystal laughed at that, shaking her head as she pulled herself up and turned to lean against the railing beside him. "Pretty much," she admitted. "We grew up on ships, I actually have my own as well, but it's back at home. When aboard Jessica's ship, I stay out of the way, and she tries to to do the same for me."

"Tries?" he asked with a sideways look.

She laughed again and shook her head. "Do your older siblings let you take the lead on anything? Even if you're right, or if it's your project?"

"Ah," he laughed. "No, they don't. I see."

She nodded, her expression contented as she gazed out over the ship. "We're very close, but she is five years older than me. There's just that automatic thing where she takes the lead anywhere she goes, she can't help it. It's born and cultivated into her!"

He nodded slowly, the wheels in his brain working once again. "So... where is home to you, after all?" he ventured slowly.

She gave him a sideways look, calculating as if trying to see into his mind, then abruptly shrugged. "Ah, it doesn't matter anymore. You'll find out when we reach Kelsar, anyway. We're from Remasan."

He nodded as if that gave him any clues, the desire to return to the maps and find her country almost a palpable thing. She laughed at the expression on his face and waggled a finger. "I see! Remasan is," she turned around and pointed to the south, ever so slightly east, "that way. we're a long ways from home," she added more quietly, that