Kiara was jerked from her thoughts when a hand clamped onto her shoulder.
"Little Mis-us..." wispered the man, his gray hair tangled and snarled "You'd best get goin. We're landin soon, an' I don't think you wants to be caught spyin when dey start movin cargo."
Startled, Kiara turned, looking out to sea. The white sand of the cove shimmered; not long before the ships would land.
Kiara signaled thanks to the man, and with a final glance at the now-ending meeting, slipped back below the deck.