At Eleanor's Ship:
The early light of dawn painted the world in shades of soft gold and violet, casting its gentle fingers across the ship's deck.
Below the deck, Eleanor, the noblewoman with a face as innocent as a child's and short blonde hair gently touching her eyes, lay sprawled across the wooden table.
Her gentle snores, a stark contrast to her usual poise, mingled with the creaking of the ship and the distant whisper of the sea.
"Hrooooogrgh. Hrooghhh. Hroooo."
The rhythmic sound of her slumber was abruptly interrupted as the ship, caught in the tumult of the rising tide, began to sway more vigorously.
The once steady table jolted violently, causing Eleanor's head to slip off the edge and collide with the hard floor, the impact resounding with a muffled thud.
Her eyes fluttered open as the sudden pain yanked her from her dream. "Aaa," she groaned, cradling her aching head.