[color=silver]Oh man. He was gonna be [i]late[/i].

Not because of oversleeping, or getting lost, or even having second thoughts about risking his neck out there in the open sky. Nah, nothing like that; Jaroslav had been up before sunrise, known [i]exactly [/i]where in the city to head, and nothing under the sun could've convinced him to skip out on an adventure like this. No, rather, he was going to be late 'cause, [i]well[/i]--- he'd fallen in love.

Jaroslav stopped in front of a yet another ship for the umpteenth time that morning, gaze trailing along its hull. This one was big, much more so than the small one-man boats he'd steered so far. He whistled, lingered, imagined how it would feel to ride something like that, and then promptly remembered he was supposed to be looking for a ship called the Drake. A few dedicated steps later, he spotted another docked beauty, and the cycle began anew.

By the time he finally spied a familiar combination of letters painted on a ship's side, everyone else was already present. Or so he [i]assumed[/i], anyway - he [i]had [/i]taken his sweet-ass time, after all. The frigate was... far smaller than he'd imagined, honestly, especially in comparison to the large transport ships he'd admired earlier. The guns kinda made up for it, though. 'Sides, size wasn't everything; smaller ships [i]were[/i] easier - and faster - to steer. 

Jaro raised a hand in greeting and made his approach before he could be distracted again. He was getting [i]pumped[/i].

"Yo, this the Drake?" he gave the ship and its crew a quick glance-over, then grinned and swung his old, worn bag down without waiting for an invitation to do so - or an answer to his question. "Cool. I'll be your helmsguy; Jaroslav Moravec. You ever heard of The Blazer?" he jabbed a thumb in the direction of his chest, grin widening. "[i]Same guy.[/i] Hope you ain't the type to get seasick."[/color]