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Waking from whatever accommodation you chose, you have until mid-day to arrive at the ship. Plenty of time for exploring. Marienburg is a big city, and it's probably best you arrive at your destination sooner, rather than later. As you are travelling down the dock, large crowds fill the pavement, and any normal person trying to make it through the colourful press has half a chance of being crushed. Fortunately, you are quite out of the ordinary.

Upon reaching the ship, the captain, a gruff, surely man who you would guess had taken many adventures before you (you also guess that most of them never came back), escorts you onto the deck, up a somewhat questionable gangplank. Once there, you find the magician and apprentice who were promised already waiting. The magician is surprisingly young, with barely any grey flecks in his curly chestnut hair. He is wearing rugged, well worn adventuring gear, as opposed to the traditional robes, but his staff, wooden with a red crystal on top, as well as certain symbols on his clothes, mark him as a pyromancer. His face seems to be fixed permanently in a cheery grin, and he welcomes you warmly as you come aboard, naming himself as Darren. His apprentice is far more demure. A young girl, who couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen, she is actually quite pretty. Pale skin, contrasted by her dark hair, she had high cheekbones and dark eyes also. She nods her head nervously at you as you step aboard, though you notice that, every now and then, she flits nervous glances at Jehan. She doesn't give her name. Even Darren's permanent smile wavers as she comes aboard, but he hesitantly shakes her hand and bids her welcome all the same. Depending how your feeling, this man is either going to be a great friend or very, very annoying. 

Once mid-day arrives, the captain comes upon deck, "Right," He growls, "You lot, down below. I don't want you getting in the way of my crew. Move it!" Deciding that it's probably not good to be on the bad side of a Captain who's ship you'll be on for quite a great length of time, you hurry below decks. You each have your own room, but it's sparsely furnished, with only a shelf and a small chest to keep your belongings in. It's cramped, but you'd better get used to it. It'll be your home for the next few months.

When you're finally allowed back on the deck, the breeze is a relief. You notice that the apprentice try's to keep her distance from Jehan, subtly walking to another part of the ship when she draws near. Checking the sails, you appear to be sailing at a good clip, the sea spray reaching high enough to brush your face as you lean over the side, watching the sun sink into the horizon, lighting the sky afire with oranges, reds and purples. "Sailors delight!" Shouts one of men on the rigging, "We're in for a good voyage!" You may, or may not be aware of what he's talking about, but regardless you have to agree. It's quite delightful.