She looked up at you and then stood up, taking Ed's hand, "Excuse us, we need a moment of privacy." she stormed downstairs, nose in the air as she walked with a posh sway downstairs to a cabin room. Some of the sailors were snickering.

Ivan snorted. "I really hope we can somehow manage to tie her up without the guard hearing us. Then we could make her the masthead."

The bodyguard gave you a dark look, they were leaning against the mast. They had a hood up, up to this point you didn't know if they were male or female, or even what they looked like.

"Creepy little pile of bacon bits." Ivan said, before sitting on the side of the boat. He sighed.

After a few days, you reached Copenhagen. it was a fast journey compared to the one on the small barca.

Ivan stepped out onto the port and stretched. "It's nice here." he said. "I'll need to restock on food though..."

Probably but I won't be calculating that until tomorrow evening

You got an agreeing nod as some of the sailors went to do their own thing.

He turned to observe Princess Prissy-Pants. 'What was she doing?' he thought to himself.

Neither her or Ed had appeared. The bodyguard had been helping around, even doing some of the dirty work, but they never removed the cloak and were currently cleaning the ships steering wheel

Ivan frowned and turned to the bodyguard. "Who are you?" he asked, frowning at the guard. "Do you even take that off, or is it fused to your body?"