*Sitting on the steps leading to the upper decks I lean against the hull. I realize I've been a bit closed off from the rest of the crew, and Lost especially has been forgiving of my distance, how-ever I'm not quite sure of what to do..or think. Daedalus, what is he up to? How could I have missed him in the club? I couldn't have, but it's been years since I've last seen him...perhaps I just wasn't looking....How foolish of me. He always seemed so docile....why would he kidnap Caeseria? It doesn't make any sense none of this does...Aegina, Paros? where is this leading? My head whips up at the sound of our door being flung open and I jump up at the sight of Lost attempting to rampage down the narrow hall finally coming to beat on the door of Caeseria's eldest brother, as the poor man open's the door she say's none to quietly, more at him than to him"

“Turn the ship, I am telling you we need to act now!”

*stepping toward my friend I look questioningly at her*

"But why...the paper's showed he was going to Paros?!"

"We have to get to Lesvos!"

"But--"
"Now!"

*I look to the confused Roman in the door way I shrug*

"I have the nagging feeling if you don't turn the ship around..SHE will"

*I emphisize this by poking the taller blonde in the arm, leaning in closer I ask*

" You ARE going to explain this...right? Cause' I for one have NO idea why Daedalus would be going to Lesvos...It's not really his style"

*Almost as soon as I say this I bite my tongue and pray to what ever god is listening that I'm being stupid, and that it's some other Daedalus we're after...how-ever for now..because of my blabbering I realize I must tell Lost what I've been chewing on these past days.*

"umm....I'm being silly...I'm sure...but..The man we're looking for is named Daedalus...and..um...at the club some one mentioned a spell-crafter...and um...I...have a cousin..named Daedalus...who..crafted..spells....but I'm sure I'm being silly...there's plenty of other explanations right?"

*not wanting to face her reaction...what-ever it may be, I rush up the stairs to find some chore to busy myself with, giving another look to the sky I whisper to no one*

"...please let me be wrong...or Daedalus had better have a damn good explanation...."