Sakura drums her fingers restlessly on the thick railing of the

Knife Runner

, a large elongated ship as pointed as it 's name, and gazes out at the docks and through the colourful packs of Tea country merchants and noblemen in search of the distinctive heads and backs of her teammates.

'Take a breath, Sakura. You 're wearing ridges in the ship. ' Kakashi-sensei chastises from behind her.

Sakura starts a little, lifting her hand from the railing, and finds she has in fact left rather deep divots in the mahogany the precise size and shape of her fingers. 'Sorry, sensei. Just restless. '

'Not to mention bored. ' Kakashi muses. He 's leaning against the foremast with his face buried in his social barrier of cheap porn. Sakura has to admit that the ruse works well ' not a single shiphand or nobleborn passenger has had the nerve to approach him yet, though if anyone actually bothered to look, they would notice that he hasn 't turned a page in over an hour.