That early morning, the dock men had busily lugged crates and barrels of food and clean water from the dock and into the ship, passing one heavy armful to the other where these supplies were securely stored in the ship's storage hull. One of the men, skinny, scholarly looking, was keeping in check of the stocks before being boarded in, adjusting his monocle while reviewing a list on a bundle of papers. He would occasionally call out one of the seadogs and give them orders to double time on the last batch of crates. 

	[color=8dc73f]"Right on it."[/color] A fur skirted Valian woman paced from behind him, scooping one barrel over her strong shoulder and another held to her waist as she passed by the provisions master. [color=8dc73f]"Top of the mornin' to you Teddy."[/color] Slyvi greets him with a warm smile and her usual jaunty tone. Teddy made a face. " Excellent. You're finally here. I've already double checked the rations for you, hopefully it'll be enough to last until the ship's next dock. Now before anything else, let me go over the regulations, " 

	[color=8dc73f]"This again?" [/color] 

	"I'm afraid so. A new ship means a new set of provisioning rules." Sylvi groaned. For almost a decade she'd been stationed from one ship to another, taking the same job and noting the same set of rules. After all, just because they're pirates doesn't mean they're a bunch of lawless hooligans. And the pirates take their provisioning rather seriously. 

	[color=8dc73f]"You know what, hand me a list and I'll go over it once I'm settled. No time to dawdle I'm afraid. "[/color] Teddy shook his head as the Valian head towards the ship after handing her what she needed and went back to his business. 

	Slyvi carefully dropped the barrels on the wooden floor of the ship's storage, adjusting her bag slung to her shoulders and dusted her hands while the few dock men strode out of the room after the last barrels were placed in. After she settled her things in her quarters, a bit cramped but just as cozy, she went up the ship's deck scoping the new faces boarding in. The captain called them out to get settled. Captain Amia was no stranger to her ears. She heard the stories, mostly amongst the pirates themselves which led herself to question if these stories were actually true or just mere rumors. None the less she heard mostly good things about her, a respectable woman she thought.

	Sylvi casually observed the new people coming in, all of whom she had never personally met. One was woman, a mage by the looks of her and a very, post-plastered one at that. The other was a man, carrying himself with a rather languid demeanor. Then another one who spoke, her eyes above as if directly speaking to someone up the mast. What an odd lass she thought. 

	[color=8dc73f]"Aye, if you somehow plan on settling up there instead, better mind the weather."[/color] Sylvi, arms folded, her back leaned on the railing. She offered a warm friendly smile. [color=8dc73f]"It can get violently moody. Depending where we are on the map that is."[/color] [sub][@LordofthePies][/sub]