Travelling never sat well with Spencer, it put him in a foul mood a mood which the alien surroundings did little to pacify. Being cramped in a cabin on-board the HMS Fluke had frustrated him beyond reason so to be allowed on the upper decks was a great relief. He had met many sailors in his time, many of them considered hardened men by their peers but none of them intimidated him like those he saw around him. He was careful not to make eye contact with anyone, now would not be the time for confrontation. 

He pulled his brown leather case to his chest and cursed his lack of forethought for not removing his gun from it and placing it in his pocket. He had spent most of his life away from home and visited many different places but nothing like this. Everything was alien to him, the smell, the light even the movement of the HMS Fluke on the water was strange, so different to anything, well, ever. 

It wouldn't do to display cowardice, not in front of these people, he knew the slightest display of fear would be jumped upon and exploited, they would tear him apart like a pack of dogs. 

Straightening his jacket and pulling back his shoulders he strode out onto the upper deck to take a better view of the docks