She nodded earnestly.  "Oh yes.  It will take a while to see it, but I can tell."

She shook her head.  "Not necessarily."

"Not necessarily."  She said again.

"You'll have to wait and see."  She said.  "We can't be sure if the sun will rise to storms or a clear sky until it does."

Beryl didn't seem to sense how weird she sounded.

Beryl followed her gaze curiously. "Have you lost something?"

"Oh, were you simply looking for something unfound?"

Beryl nodded in understanding, as if all of this made perfect sense to her.  "Searching for what is unfound can be tricky."

She smiled serenely.  This girl sure was weird.

"Oh my."  She said after a moment. "I haven't asked your name. I'm supposed to do that aren't I?"

"Well then, what series sounds do I have to make to get your attention?"  She asked, her tone and smile polite.

"Greetings, Elowen." She said.

"Your thanks is accepted."  She smiled.

Beryl hopped up to sit on the railing on the outer edge of the ship, legs swinging back and forth.  "Do we have a destination?"

"How lovely,"  she mused, without a trace of sarcasm. "Then i suppose we shall see where the ocean takes us, yes?"