Faolan was on his feet before the ship had made contact with the dock, and had his foot out of the cabin door before the horn blew to signal their arrival. He was eager to depart, and weaved his way through the crowd of people as they made their way off of the ship and onto the dock. 

Immediately, smells began to assault his nose and his hearing was bombarded with many accented voices. He had never been to America, and seeing it for the first time was different and similar at the same time to all of the cities he had visited in the past. The first thing he noticed were the smells, strong spices and sugar were the first two he could identify, but he also smelled scented smoke, warm tepid water, and mint. 

The second thing he noticed were the accents of the natives. He had heard and American accent before, but never had he heard anything like this. However, mixed in among this were also French accents, different than Lucien's or even people from Paris, but French all the same. 

The buildings were shorter, from what he could see. It seemed they liked to build outward here, and not upward.

This line of thought was broken by Lucien gripping his sleeve. He glanced down at his hand, and said nothing. There were a lot of people crowding around and this was the Frenchman's first time travelling, he was sure the lad was stirred up. He allowed him to hold on, and slowed his frantic pace a little to accommodate him.

He smelled and incense heard the footsteps of the approaching priest before he heard his call out Lucien's name, and his head turned towards the sound. This must be the priest Lucien had mentioned on the way here. At their acknowledgement of him, Faolan simply nodded, [color=a36209]"Not a problem."[/color] Overall, it had turned out to be one of the more pleasant voyages he had had. Companionship had never been easy for him, but somehow he had found himself making an exception for Lucien.