[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Main Deck)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	It came as a bit of a surprise that others heard the noise, too. Even if it meant that Vera hurled a spoon across the table and pinged her bodyguard in the face with it. Glancing around the boat, he was surprised to note that others heard it as well - just in case the spoon incident was a coincidence. In a way, this was good; Reginald was starting to think that he had finally started down the path to senility. On the other hand, if he was [i]not[/i] imagining this (as the evidence seemed to support), it meant something far stickier was afoot. In short, it meant that The Corporal was on the boat with them. 

	Reginald quickly focused his attention back on the table, possibly hoping for a moment of respite and polite conversation before the man found their table, possibly out of pure and unfettered denial. [color=b8860b]"Absolutely, yes."[/color] he piped up, one hand pulling out the recently vacated chair while the other unhooked his saber from his belt. He settled into the seat, exhaling as his posterior found its perch. Though the slightest breach of protocol, the Lord Major rested the scabbarded weapon against his leg, the hilt within reach should something untoward crawl up the side of the boat and lay siege to the Bridge. [color=b8860b]"Ladies, sir; thank you ever so much."[/color] He noticed the place settings for tea with some measurable delight, remarking, [color=b8860b]"Ah, lovely! Etiquette would suggest that it is a touch late in the evening for full Tea. However, I shan't turn down a cup of something warm and invigorating. If no one objects?"[/color] He reached carefully to fill the cup in front of him, [color=b8860b]"Now, don't mind an old man's interruption, and please forgive what shall likely be my ignorance to the discussion at hand; I am but an old soldier, you see. The intellectuals,"[/color] he concluded, nodding to Vera and Nora, [color=b8860b]"hold more importance here."[/color] 



[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Main Deck)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Oh, there was still so much to do, so much to have done, and one more huge piece of task left before he could relax. As it turned out, it was one last pivotal item to check off of his "To Do List" before his continued presence was assured, or if he would be swimming the first part of his trip back to the Barracks. But first, he had to locate the old man before that possibility could come to pass. Sharp eyes scanned the throng of movement and press of bodies, hoping to catch a glimpse of grey, khaki, or the distinctive outline of an officers' cap that would denote the Reginald's presence. 

	It took long enough but eventually he located the proper table from afar, not by finding the Lord Major directly, but by directing his search for the company he had been keeping as of late. Whereas the majority of the travelers were of mixed walks of life, a table consisting primarily of women in a Muslim state was going to be notable. Plus, he was able to catch glimpse of two familiar faces moving toward the staterooms. It was a quick figure to look in the direction they had come from, narrowing down his area of search considerably. With a reassured smile, the Corporal straightened to his full height, smoothed the non-existent wrinkles in his uniform and adjusted his holster and primary bayonet on his belt to lay perfectly across his seams. 

	The Corporal was in no direct hurry to get to the table. He was not procrastinating more than showing a piece of tactic, giving himself a little time to widen the gap between the boat and its launching point, just in case the Lord Major did have it in his mind to have him swim back. A few meters of shallow water would be nothing, but he doubted that Reginald might be as inclined to order such a thing if they were further into a shipping channel. After a moment or two had passed, he produced a set of papers from one of his cargo pockets and began to make his way toward the table, the tiniest of smiles forming at the corner of his mouth.