When Mirrah arrived at the docks she found Lorena and Wilhelm standing before one of the ships she assumed was to be their ride to Pelta Lunata. Only this ship looked too run down to be a passenger ship. The belly of the ship was coated in a fine layer of rust where peeling splotches of paint did very little to conceal. Several fog horns were erected on the rear of the ship, weathered and from what Mirrah could tell was probably the last place ever cleaned on this ship. The cabins looked low roofed and the walls were darkened with years of water damage. The bow of the ship spelled S.S. Pacismulle, probably the name of the owner, but the weathering of the ship made Mirrah read S.S. Pack Mule instead.

Wilhelm greeted Mirrah with a grin. "Welcome back, Mirrah. I trust you found everything without too much trouble?"

Mirrah simply handed Wilhelm the map and compass. The food filled pouch remained slung over her shoulder as well as the two filled canteens. She was still frowning at the ship. "Is this our ride?"

Her charge had already unfolded the parchment and began inspecting the quality of the work. He cast Mirrah a sideways glance. "Yes. It's a cargo ship but it's destination is Pelta Lunata." He refolded the map before allowing the closet on his back to swallow it whole. "It was one of the few that actually leaves tonight. Plus the price was rather light."

"Room and board included. Quite a package, I must say." Lorena grinned.

Wilhelm was surveying Mirrah's expression with a raised eyebrow. "Not pleased?"

"...It's elegant."

"I'm glad to hear that you approve. Now," Wilhelm extended his hand. "May I have my wallet back?"

Mirrah pulled Wilhelm's purse from the pouch and dropped it into his hand, doing absolutely nothing to hide the sudden lightness of the bag. "So Lorena. You've seen the rooms?"

"Room and I have. Would you like me to show you?"

Lorena already started crossing the wooden plank that acted as a temporary bridge towards the deck of the ship. Once Mirrah stepped onto the plank, she couldn't help but look down. And by the time she did, she found herself hesitating.

It wasn't as if this were the first time on a ship, she was sure she boarded some long ago, but she was much shorter then and the drop between the docks and the boat probably looked like a short one. But here, standing on such a narrow plank, the fall into the rocking ocean looked like it took forever.

"Mirrah?"

Mirrah jerked her head up. Lorena, standing at the wooden railing, was peering back down at her.

"Coming?"

"Ah, of course." Mirrah cast one short wary look beneath her before covering the makeshift bridge in two quick strides.

A man standing at the other end of the bridge, whom she assumed was the captain, greeted Mirrah with a warm grin and a gruff hello. But that wasn't the first thing she noticed. Though anchored, the ground beneath her swayed ever so slightly. She peered at the deck questioningly. The sensation was quite strange. Mirrah cast a glance over her shoulder.

"Coming, Wilhelm sir?"