I'm not sure anymore. A few hours. Overnight, maybe.

[Merlin wraps his arms around his legs, head bowed.]

This ship is really massive, isn't it?

[And if he doesn't actually say what he's really thinking, the worry still bleeds through his voice a little. Camelot's patrol has come across the remains of people who got lost in the woods before, little more than bones most of the time. Sometimes they're scattered from the wild animals feasting on them after the person died - if they were dead when it started happening. Somehow he didn't think the monsters on this ship would wait.]

We have to keep looking for a way out. They might not find us in time.