[b][color=662d91][h3]K E N J I    T A K E D A[/h3][/color][/b][sub]Above deck:[/sub]
Interacting with: [@Adeline] Genevieve 

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Kenji was standing at the ship's rail, leaning against the solid wooden barrier with both hands, an air of tranquility around him as face out towards the vast rolling ocean, into the incoming sea breeze. He did not turn or even open his eyes as Genevieve approached. [color=662d91]
"Thank you, but I am, by my own word. Besides, I am not wanted here and regardless, it is a good idea to ensure the [i]right[/i] supplies make it back to the boat." [/color] 

He turned away from the salty mist and faced her with a smile, eyes finding hers as loose strands of hair came free and fluttered around over his face. It was in the tone of his slightly broken accent that he seemed to hold a measure of doubt. Doubt of her skill perhaps, of her practice, of her methods or maybe just her knowledge. It could be due to her age, gender or upbringings. If there was doubt, he didn't expressly voice it.

[color=662d91]"Well, shall we begin?" [/color] 
He gestured towards the rowboats adding a faint nod.
[color=662d91]"Ladies first." [/color] 

Before he could follow, Kenji was forced to step aside quickly as two burly sailors hurled a full barrel of slop water overboard. It hit the ocean with a loud splash and then they refused to move while they caught back their breath. Shuffling around them he made his way follow Genevieve as promised.