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Captain Eduardo Hernandez, he liked his new title, he even had it carved into his new fancy cabin door, and he repeated it to himself every night as he waited for sleep, or pensively ate his morning gruel. Anyway, Captain Hernandez stood courageously behind the ships wheel. This wasn’t too much of a change from what he had been doing before, but Eduardo had not had the time to train a new navigator.

“Eduardo!” a young man pulled the Captain from his enlightened thoughts with rushed Spanish words, “Eduardo! There’s a problem, A big problem below de-”

Eduardo grabbed the swab and stifled him. Some of the passengers were nearby, enjoying the view, and he smiled cordially to them although it seemed no one was really paying any mind. Out of the corner of his mouth, Eduardo scolded the boy in Spanish, “Cap-tain Her-nan-dez. There are no problems, only technical difficulties. The last thing we need is for the passengers to feel uneasy.. no, strike that, the last thing we need is for the doctor to be angry at us for making the passengers uneasy.”

“But sir,” the young man managed to make out, “One of the animals, it’s gotten into some of the passengers personal belongings!”

“What are the animals doing near the passenger’s personal belongings!?” Eduardo shook the boy furiously, “Do you know what the doctor does on that island? Do you know what he could do to us if we made him angry!? He was keeping The Cap- Cristoval in a stable for Christ’s sake!!”

The boy’s eyes widened in horror.

“Get the other swabs down there and set everything straight now!” and with that Captain Hernandez pushed the boy back towards the lower decks. Then he faced the passengers. By now he had caused quite a bit of racket. Eduardo smiled nervously and chuckled. “These child, they are no good. Playing a bad game below, one of them hurt himself.” Eduardo made a little motion, bopping his head with his palm, “There is no thing to concern for.” Eduardo looked up in time to see he needed to begin steering the ship toward the dock. He shouted out some commands to his older shipmates to begin preparation for docking.

Bridgit sat near a strange man with a large mustache. She clutched her hands around the rail she was standing next to, digging her fingernails in, wishing to just be off the boat. Ocassionally she would turn and look out to the blue sea, but mostly had kept her head down.

She glanced up as someone started to speak hurriedly in spanish, then just looked down again, trying not to bring too much attention to herself.

That was the very last thing she needed.

Seeing the boat on the horizon, Alphonse knelt down and gathered up the rope in his arms to tie the thing to the dock when it approaches. It's good to see the thing intact, in one piece, and not flooded with water and ready to plunge below the briny depths. He waved to the men on deck, taking a few steps back from the edge to allow space for the ship to dock.

"Let's go, little boy."

It was his only acknowledgement of the young man beside him since he'd arrived at the bow along side Edwin, and would likely be all that would be said until his mood improved. With that, he turned, and prepared himself to leave that god-forsaken piece of timber.

Edwin was already half way to the docking plank as Eduardo spoke, and for that reason alone, as he stood arms spread, cutting Edwin off from the dry, sturdy land, that he now garnered his attention.

"I hate Enklish.." he muttered as the man's speech came to an end, and at long last, he passed by, the plank barely secured as he quickly strode down it to the docks.

It took a moment for the words to sink in, a little while longer for the fact they had docked to do the same. He had, perhaps, overdone it just a bit, but Etienne had the movement of the ship to blame for turning a n** into a gulp. For that matter, he wasn't even sure which bottle he'd drank from. All things to worry about later.

Etienne pushed himself away from the rail just as the others passed, avoiding a collision only by some stroke of luck and timing. He followed from a few feet behind, still a little unsteady. He'd have to mark things more clearly as soon as he had the chance.

As the passengers disembarked from the ship, the men still on deck began tossing their luggage down to those on the dock, who began stacking it neatly in piles. A few of the articles, namely a leather trunk and a small suitcase, seemed to have been busted apart and hastily roped back together, another, more of a crate really, had been viciously clawed at, but the articles inside were still intact. The rest of the belongings had survived the small, unmentioned outbreak. There were two things Eduardo could only hope for. First, that the two items that had burst were from one passenger and therefore any mixture of articles was fine, and secondly, that the passengers would overlook their ravaged property.

"Oh."

The freckled faced girl scrambled behind Edwin, anxious not to get left behind. She hastened onto the ramp, stumbling a bit, but catching herself, far to gracefully, and took the last few steps down.

Standing just behind the German man, she watched him introduce himself, then took the cue from him and did the same. She took a deep breath, hoping her voice didn't sound too high and femanine.

"I'm G-George Pemberton Jr." she said, trying her best to make her voice sound like a younger version of her fathers. Low and smooth, but not gruff. She held herself up straight, almost forgeting herself briefly and curtsying.