Once settled in and pushing the strange crash he had heard in the back of his mind, Doctor Buran strode calmly onto the bow and looked outward onto the Unterzee. Within those depths, things no mortal man should ever lay his eyes upon roamed and nested. Festering below that subterranean was madness.

[i]No more mad than this ship.[/i]

Buran gave a smirk as he leaned against the railing along the bow. While others looked back towards London, he looked out onto the waters. Buran had watched the Bazaar shrink into the mist and out of sight as many times as he had seen the jagged rocks of Hunter's Keep and the dancing trees of Bullbone Island do the same. While more explored than many of those onboard, Buran regretted not visiting Venderbight in his previous travels. However, now was his change to redeem himself as a traveler.

As he watched the waters ripple below under the might of the nameless vessel, Buran began to wonder what path Captain Zeeman would be taking to reach Venderbight. From the maps he had scanned in the past Venderbight was a rather simple trip, not that a trip on the open Unterzee was ever simple. Would he risk traveling astray from the coasts? Buran turned his eyes up towards the command deck, knowing the Captain was up in his nest while the zailors worked below. The command deck itself held tinted glass, making it impossible for Buran to see if the Captain could see him or where the Captain even was. All he knew was they had taken a hard turn northward, north for the decaying Tomb Colonies...