The case she holds at her side carries a meager amount of her possessions. The sound of the Zee lapping against the port of London nourishes her soul. She fills her nostrils with the Zee-air. The hustle and bustle here is like an old friend. She contents herself to just walk around.

As she walks, she might notice a crew unloading their ship. A Truthful Skipper, her peligin curls streaked with viric, is stacking crates of surface food onto a cart.

A Silent Acrobat brings her the crates from the gangway, her half-pink, half-brown hair tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way while she unloads, a white streak visible on top.

A Rose-Strewn Huntress, a short girl with red-tipped black hair and the peligin eyes of a monster hunter, carries the crates down the gangway from the deck to the Acrobat.

While a Viric-Eyed Lookout, black-feathered wings arched behind her, carries the food across the deck.

And finally the boxes are being passed up from the hold by a Fierce Figurehead, who appears to be made of wood.

Well, stranger things in the Neath.

Well, there are all types here in the Neath. She gives her surroundings a cursory glance, none of the other ships look as interesting as this one. And more interesting women is always a plus in her book.

The Wanderer makes her way to the crew slowly. There's no rush, she takes a moment to just absorb the atmosphere.

The lookout spots her first, and mentions something to the others as they finish unloading.

By the time the Wanderer gets close, the girls have finished loading everything onto the cart. The Skipper turns to face her with a curious smile, hair fading smoothly to irrigo and viric. "Hello there."

How odd. "Greetings, are you the captain of this vessel?"

"I am," she confirms. "The Truthful Skipper, at your service. What brings you here?"

"Hm, I suppose I just couldn't stay away." She looks at the ship. She almost asks where they are going, but she doesn't actually care.

"Room for one more? I'm a competent navigator, and I know my way around a scalpel."

She carefully looks the Wanderer over, hair shifting again as she does, then looks to her crew.

She smiles, a couple viric streaks mixing in among the peligin and irrigo. "Sure. Welcome to the Heart's Handbasket."

"Lovely. I'm ready to leave whenever we are ready." She gives the assorted crew a little wave.

"Well then, how about my Figurehead and I help you get settled in, while—"

"Me an' the Acrobat finish selling off this surface food and get our wine shipment?"

"Yes, exactly."