Ankyra Sound it comes and goes in waves

Evening came and went, until the sun was only a fitful gleam across a sea of cresting waves, and the air became cooled by refreshing whisks of seagoing wind. With little else to do that might occupy her increasingly hateful mind, Lusca sat several yards at bay from Caiaphas' post, her igneous stare smoldering holes into the back of her head––a flame to dehydrated parchment paper. 

An uptight expression creased her brow, refusing to budge as she rolled all the abuse she'd suffered from the woman, for weeks now and with no end on the horizon, like a dime over the callused knuckle of her mind.