[Poggio]

Grinning, Ree nearly followed the man like a lost puppy until he realized there would be no dinner if he did. He let the prince be and took to the nets that rested near the bottom of the ship. His haul produced an assortment of sea life. He and the cook scaled and cleaned until there were more callouses on his palms and the smell of fish was soaked into his clothes. The sun dale had shifted and the sky was drifting towards its orange evening by the time he brought the two boils of broth and bread to his quarters. He kicked the door attempting to knock on it.