[h1]Caelus Infernum, a port in London, S.S. Iskandar[/h1]

A passenger vessel making it's way from France, the S.S. Iskandar was a good-sized cruise ship thatmwas currently taking it's clientel on a joyous escapade through Europe's many tourist attractions and hot spots. As of now, they were making there way to the beating heart of England that is London, with the illustrious Big Ben lording over the city like an all seeing watcher, it's eye gazing across the rooftops of it's domain. However, among the depths of the ship was a soul who could not take part in the festivities, for discovery would likely lead to him being dragged off to the nearest police station, which would lead to more trouble in the form of questions he couldn't answer.

[i]Man, I hope this stupid sword is worth it. If this turns out to be another dud, I'm going to be fucking pissed.[/i]

Caelus was currently hiding away in the lower compartments, his clothes being a rather smelly assortment of a grey jacket, a faded white shit, some jeans, and sneakers. He'd been unable to wash himself since Paris, so he was getting a pretty ripe smell, and had been hesitnt to do his usual fire bathing technique for fear it'd draw unwanted attention, both the mundane and otherwordly kind. He was in the home stretch now, however, and he allowed himself a sigh of relief. [i]I wonder, will this thing really help me control my powers. I did just overhear some demons discussing it, so I've got no real proof, but it's the first bit of direction I've had in a long time.[/i]

Caelus would wait until they pulled into the harbor, then he'd exit in a silent manner, avoiding suspicionmas he began to formulate a plan of how he was going to get the blade from the place.