One — Sea Legs

She slides her sleeve down, though not without revealing a number of other tattoos on her alabaster skin. Each and every one of them had been painstakingly inked on her arms. Lessons from the old woman, lessons in pain and knowledge.

After fixing her sleeves she gives a sniff of disdain. "Do as you like with them; they aren't worth my while."

"Like I said you will die before you pirate this vessel. Now get off ship and count your blessing that you can. Any my cutlass wielder will leave that cutlass behind." as she favors the thought to give it a few swings herself.

Sherk will loot the two pirates for whatever they are good for and retrieves her new cutlass to test out later, "Let's deep six these. They were so messy." as she sees the blood stains that are going to need a buck of water and brush.

Looking over to Ardonna, "Too bad you can't witch this mess away."

Zaeed flashes a vindictive grin as the pirates hop over the rail back into there boats. He looks over at Testraa.

"Please... don't get up. Stay comfortable there friend.", he says with a sarcastic tone.

Zaeed sheaths his dagger, then awkwardly wattles back to look over the corpses with Sherk.

She had looked at Sherk and shrugged, "No, the old woman who taught me took a certain joy in making me do chores by hand. I tried my hand in a tavern but, after I set a grabby old man on fire I had to find something else to do."

Ardonna is friendly with the other two for the rest of the trip. When they reach the city she makes sure they are somewhere they can’t be heard. "So, it’s been long enough that any security I knew is out of date. I suggest we find a place not too far from the sky docks and spend a few days watching them. We can learn when the guards change and that sort of thing. What do you think?"

Zaeed rubs his chin in thought. "Its a good idea. We should know what we're getting into. We can take some time to find out the scuttlebutt about the town as well. There might be some assistance we can get or at least we could find a distraction for our get away."

Zaeed looks forward to getting back on solid ground. The sway of the sea obviously doesn't sit well with him, and the dusk and dank of the city are easier places to hide in the crowd.

Mercenary Sherk adds on, "I should think it will not take long to locate that a ship. If we can't spot one, then surely easily someone around can fill us in on the detail. You can fly anything. Right Ardonna. "

"Damn right I can." She says confident in her own prowess. "There's a tavern called Flight Path we can visit and get a decent look at things. Just have to avoid all the boatfans who hang out there and..."

She shakes her head, "No, I don't have to worry about that anymore. We can make all the wide eyes and watch boats with the rubes."

She walks at a brisk pace though probably not enough to tire either of the other two. Still, it's clear she's a city girl, her eyes don't wander to any sights and she walks with purpose.

Foreigner Sherk never looks at home anyplace and that perpetual frown she maintains doesn't invite social. Unlike Ardonna, Sherk eyes most all around her. Being that Sherk seems to lack some general cleanliness and tends to carry a scent but most likely it will be overrun by the ports smell.

She will gladly let more social female Ardonna do the talking. Hunter/Merchant/Mercenary Sherk is more likely knock heads. She lacks a bit on temperament and social graces as she still holds a bit of barbarian with her.

"I shall let you lead on."

Zaeed nods in agreement with Ardonna's plan. He dons his hood and falls in behind the pilot.

Zaeed is not new to cities.

He is new to this one, but they all have the same stench, the same dark corners, and the same desperation. Zaeed is watching the people as they move through the crowds. He looks for those that are watching them, and those that are to distracted too notice.

More foriegner Sherk doesn't allow herself even a glace to look about. She quietly takes a seat and then will view the sky as to examine it for anything flying and really still doesn't look about. She is sure that she has not caught anyones eyes and none have seen her hazy ones. She doesn't make a large profile at five feet seven inches but not a small female either. Her cheap jewelery worn doesn't attact and theives.

The pretty witch sits with Sherk and makes sure to sip a drink with her for a bit. When Ardonna does get up she says, "I am going to go look at the pretty boats love. Keep my seat for me, would you?" She blows Sherk a kiss and steps to the window. That should ensure that anyone who wants to mess with Ardonna knows the barbarian is looking out for her.

Ardonna steps to the window and begins watching. Unlike any of the other gawkers she's looking at which types of ships are coming in and what sort of security they have. She's examining all the current procedures and checking her own memory to see what might have changed and which ship might be the best one to hit.

Zaeed sits with Sherk and Ardonna at their roof top table, drinking small beer, gabbing away about beer and wine prices across the region, and his favorite varieties and regional specialties. When Ardonna gets up to Zaeed nods with a smile, and continues his chatter with Sherk switching to discussing bar games, and particular one he encountered that involved throwing daggers in the and all the participants hold their hands flat on the table as long as they dared as it came darting back down. All the while he is taking furtive glances around at the other patrons looking for anyone that may be watching them, or anyone that may look approachable in context with the Sky Port.

When the brash pilot approaches the table and makes undue comments towards Sherk, He leans back in his chair, puts his hands behind his head and grins. He knows a show is coming now, and he is ready to be entertained.