Begining of Chapter 8 first draft

 It had been six hours at most, they probably weren't even out of the river Thames yet. Ariadne Had walked the spartanly furnished but still cozy cabin the Captain had given her at least a thousand times. Four paces from the door to the port hole high in the outer wall, five paces along the outer wall a small cot nailed down against the far wall from the door and a small table and chair nailed the the floor just to the right of the door there was a large shallow chest slid under the cot. The chest was mostly empty, but still contained two dresses and a number of  chemises and if Ariadne was to infer anything from the varying sizes and cuts most all of them belonged to different women. the energy and excitement of being underway was clearly heard even below deck. The sound o the men running above and the  shouts and commands being bellowed could still be heard.

Ariadne could barely take it. She had always loved to sail. since she was a wee child ad her father would take her out on a little gig around the lake to the month long voyages she took regularly from England to the Mediterranean Sea. There was something inexplicably comforting about the smell and taste of the salty sea breeze. The palpable excitement of the crew as they started a long voyage, the feel of the wind whipping her hair free of any man made restraint. It was too much the fresh air was calling to her and she couldn't take the confines of her cabin any longer

Slowly opening the door Ariadne peeked her head out the door to make sure the controlling captain hadn't posted a guard to insure she did as he ordered and stayed in her cabin. the small hall leading to the companionway was clear. She reached the deck without meeting another soul. ducking out onto deck Ariadne crouch behind a large crate, not wanting to be noticed by the suffering captain. sneaking around the far side of the mast and giving a very wide berth to any of the bustling sailors she made her way to the bow. placing herself between a large water barrel and the rail she was completely hidden away from those on the deck or in the rigging. Sitting in her own little hide away the tension and turmoil of the previous hours just melted away.