((Alright, hows this for a plot
hook At least until the pirate attack?))
Ryxa had meditated on the blade, but it's shaded steel did not reveal any mysteries. She knew, at least for awhile, any danger would be on the horizon.
So she would be watching for it to come...and maybe sneaking in some time with her favorite hobby. It sometimes surprised people she had a hobby aside from cutting people in half, but she did.
While she was an excellent Myrmidon, Ryxa also had other notable skills-she was an excellent dancer (though doing so brought her little joy), could sing quite well (In Drowish, which meant people thought she was trying to curse them when she tried), and was blessed with the patience to fish. She had never even seen an ocean or lake until the 20th year of her life, and yet...it had caught her imagination. It was generally peaceful, marked by sudden bouts of noble struggle. It kept her sharp, and she could bask in the settings of nature.
She didn't really care if she caught anything, and almost always freed the fish once she had caught them-once she had measured and removed the hooks. She had no desire to harm them. The only joy was in the catching. This small bit of mercy was not enough to balm her conscience, yet...it didn't hurt.
Action: Ryxa relaxes a bit for the duration of the Journey. She borrows a long pole from the ship stocks, and goes fishing off the deck of the ship. She doesn't care is she catches anything.