[sblock=Vor]You reach the other ship, though none of the men you spoke with earlier seem to be above deck. A half-orc (his features very fair for one of his kind, and clad in the manner of a wealthy, yeat seasoned mariner) is at the helm of the ship, His gaze set firmly on the horizon, with persiodic glances to The Martyred Justice. A few crewmen are working with the rigging, trying to get their best out of the slow air. A spotter (a tattooed elf, her bald head a canvas for a beautiful celtic design) stands in the crows nest, a telescope in her hands.[/sblock]