[i]Later that night...[/i] 

They had gotten acquainted, though mostly through small talk. Tortuccio gave her and Alrik assurances of one another, which was slightly off putting, but he did take the liberty of taking Alrik to the crew. Inez hadn't been invited by the elderman but she came anyway, which Alrik thought was prudent so he didn't complain. The rain poured down around them, but they had an invention the league called 'umbrellas' that kept the rain off of them. Such a simple design, it was hard to think they were new. The streets themselves still had some walkers and citizens, but the majority were inside to hide from the storm. It felt like forever before they made it to the ship, but once they did, Alrik caught his breath, and he whistled appreciatively. 

The Arxregnum was huge; a veritable castle of the waves. Four masted, the main mast carrying a square sail while the mizzenmast carried a lateen sail. The square sail was used for speed and the lateen rig allowed for maneuverability. There were iron fittings on its upper hull, giving it a sheen of fading sunlight far above them as they drew closer. Tortuccio gave a call twice, impatient to be let aboard. 

"Let's hope they respond with more gusto you to, Alrik," he said, though Alrik soon found it was useless griping. Once the plank was dropped, Alrik found the crew very amiable, albeit a bit rough around the edges. The Captain was a bearded man of tall stature, wrapped in a cloak of white and grey. By the crucifix style hilt of his sword and the way he walked, Alrik theorized he was an ex-crusader. He introduced himself as Captain Ingvald, and gave a sign with his hands Alrik didn't recognize. His men did not introduce themselves, at least not formerly. Each man gave a wave or some sort of acknowledgement, all coming from different walks of life. They were all older than Alrik, but younger than the Captain, who's beard greyed at its edges. 

Alrik and Inez were then shown to their rooms, across the hall from one another, both of equal size to the Captain's cabin. Ingvald had even offered to let him use his quarters, but Alrik declined, satisfied with comfortable quarters and a map of the known world hammered upon his wall so he could plot their next course. Inez and the new tradesfarer now had the night to peruse or speak, or go to the mess hall and eat. Alrik decided to make the most of it, pouring over the map and other books with his door half cracked open, musing to himself and fretting over their first heading. If he had this responsibility, he needed to have a destination plotted as soon as able.