Nyota's more than a little relieved that they managed to find safe harbor; the storm destroyed one of their masts and caused a lot of other damage that's difficult to repair at sea. She brought three others with her to shore, and they're not far behind in case she runs into any unfriendly natives. So far so good, she thinks, though there's a prickling at the base of her spine. A feeling that she's being watched.

Her eyes scan the foliage as she tries to determine if there's really someone there. She's learned to trust her instincts, but she dislikes being on shore enough that she's probably overly paranoid. The familiar rocking is absent, replaced by an almost uncomfortable stillness. She keeps her eyes pealed as she wanders further down the beach.*