In the north end of the harbor, the sloop “Perdition” laid docked. As the ship emptied its cargo and crew, an elegant figure step forward upon its’ deck.
She was tall and slender in form. Her colour soft and pale, not one that was accustom to the sun. Her hair piled high in the fashion of London and her eyes the deepest of blue. As she approached the gangplank she could hear the whispers of the crew talk amongst themselves. With a short look from the First Mate, their whispers became silent. “I shall send your things to your lodgings, Lady. Where shall I ask will you be staying?” With a gentle turn, he could hear the rustling of her silk skirts. “I will be staying at The Shipp.” The expression on the Captain’s face was one of concern and mayhap, disgust. “My Lady, The Ship is not a proper place for a woman of your caliber. May I suggestion another Inn? Perhaps one that would be better suited?” With a smile and a nod, she whispered lightly. “No, you may not.” With that she departed down the gangplank.
