"Get ready to dock!" one of the crewmen shouted out from above, an eagerness to his tone. Captain Cren sat up on his bed, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes. He looks up. The footsteps of men carrying the goods to the end of the ship were not hard to hear, even through the thick ceiling that protected the master bedroom, the Captains quarters. Sonn stood up, getting a knock on his door as he does. "Enter!" he yells. A small boy enters. A small orphan boy, condemned to the streets. They'd taken him in as soon as they found him. He was a tall lad, strong for his age. The boy looked up at Cren, clearing his throat. "We're docking, Cap'pin. I was told to wake ye' up and bring ye; topside..." the young boy pipes out, swallowing hard. Cren only gives a slight nod. "I'll be up in a moment" he replies, The boy nodding as he goes to leave. Cren swings open the wardrobe doors, getting changed into his usual attire. He exits his room, locking the door as he leaves. He trusted a good majority of his men, but he had to take precautions to be sure. Crenheads up the ladder, and onto the top deck. He inhales, a smirk forming across his face. The salty smells of the ocean filled his nostrils. Even this close to civilisation, the smell was strong. Cren stared out at the city as the ship swung around, preparing to dock...
Lake wakes up in the crew's quarters. Yawning, he pulls himself out of his bed and slugs along to the deck. Inhaling the fresh ocean breeze, he spots Captain Cren on the deck. Walking over to him, he spots a few children with sticks "Playing Pirate." Chuckling, he asks Cren if he has any orders for him.
