Off on his own, on his lonesome, a plight on the monk community Charlie sat in his meditation. The sea was calm and so was Charlie. How had he gotten here? That long drunk journey wouldn't aggravate his focus now and not ever. Suddenly his concentration was broken, he felt a shift. From the anticipation in the air to fear and anger. No regret came over him but curiousity did, he stood from his lotus position.

Was that.. peanuts? Good source of protein but surely Charlie didn't want to make any unnecessary encounters or dehydrate himself. He walked up to the bow and peered through the night. A ship? He nudged the woman next to him who seemed to be an intellectual of some sort due to her book.

"Miss? What do you make of that boat." Charlie politely inquired while remaining confidently posed at the front of the ship. Staff in hand he pointed to it. 

"Possibly a previous expedition or?" While he wanted to keep to his own, Charlie knew very little about this adventure he was partaking in, and information is the most powerful weapon he could wield right now.