The journey from Kiri to Suna was choppy, uncomfortable and fairly ill-fitted as the 3rd lady stowed herself away in the under-carriages of the boats body. She wasn't discovered, and even if she was, her blade would silence the seamen. Hehe. Coiled up in a ball of ropes, she lulled herself to sleep from time to time, whenever the waves didn't smack against the boat like a raging, hormonal woman on her time of the month. Hehe.
[30 minutes to Gates]