Kira had spent the previous night celebrating in a bar with her new fellow crewmates. There had been lots of drinking and merriment, and she discovered that despite being drunk, she could still play lively tunes on her fiddle. She also involved herself in a fair amount of gambling with dice as the sailors attempted to increase their sign-on bonuses, only succeeding in decreasing them as she won nearly every game.

Today was the day they were supposed to set sail, and she had stayed in an inn close to the docks. She took her time to enjoy a nice, long hot bath before leaving, since she knew it would be a long time before she could enjoy such a pleasure. She had paid a dockworker to make sure her belongings were stowed on board, since everything she owned would fit in a single trunk, save for the clothes she dressed herself in before leaving the inn.

Heavy, ominous clomping of boots preceded her arrival at on the dock. She was dressed completely in black, save for a few silver embellishments on her greatcoat and vest. The vest looked like it was having a difficult time containing her massive bust. Her long brown hair was tied in a thick braid that hung down below her shapely rear, though the shapeliness was somewhat hidden under the coat. 

As she approached the gangplank, she saw a horse being led off the dock by one of those fox-looking fellows. [i][color=9e0039]Who in their right mind would take a horse onto the dock in the first place?[/color][/i] she wondered, making a confused face for a moment before deciding she didn't care anymore. There was a line of men waiting to board, and she recognized a few of them from the previous evening. She figured out the tall gentleman checking names was the bosun before she was standing before him.

[color=9e0039][b]"Mornin' bosun,"[/b][/color] she greeted him cheerfully. [color=9e0039][b]"Qui'e teh ge'ou' ge'in' on, yeh? Ah ken yer go' me on yer list, so step i' so's ah kin ge' t' mee'in wif teh cap'n."[/b][/color]

Kira spoke quickly, and her accent was absolutely atrocious, typical more of the fishermen that lived along the coast outside of the city. If the bosun understood any of that, she would actually have been surprised. For anyone experienced with it, the accent was not too difficult to decipher, but she was used to people not having a clue what she said. Being used to it didn't make her any less irritated at having to repeat herself, however. 

She rocked back and forth on her feet, the heavy boots thunking gently as she waited for the bosun's reply.