The ronin reminds a bitter past as he is looking on the cabin, the luxurious feeling. He decided not to proceed to get in the cabin. 

If there is possible, he speak to crews early as possible about trading off the luxurious to someone else. The ticket was handed from a merchant, probably famous one and surely known by port crews. 

He mentioned. A young girl. Student. Pointy ears. 

When it settled. He didn't notice that it was meant for couple. It was a two ticket if the first mate notice it, the ronin only know it was a fancy passport slip and proceed quickly as soon as he handed it on first mate. He already left and join on other commoners to get a spot on the hammock, cover his head with a straw hat. Despite trying to have some rest from his escorting mission back then. His instinct still on presence for his belongs' sake.