Selene emerged from the bilge, blinking blindly at the daylight. She stumbled over the last step, not daring to touch her face or rub her eyes now that her fingers has rubbed along the damp length of the wooden planks beneath. For a moment she looked particularly disgruntled, blinking rapidly to clear her gaze and quickly try to fuss out her surroundings. “How much of that did you understand?” She asked curiously, calling Gal out in her native tongue. She had expected the woman to listen. She wasn’t bothered as she would have thought she’d be. Rather she was … amused. It had been a small game to her to use grandiose words in particularly invigorating moments, if only to frustrate her kidnapper and subsequent … well. Whatever the hell the pirate was to her now. At the end of it all, she was glad to not be kept down below with her prince. She was sure it was a crueler fate than a well lit, spacious tower.