Arina continued to jot down little words, and phrases that reminded her of the folks that were traveling on the boat with her. The luggage leaned against the railing as the ship pulled to a valiant stop.  Apparently, the man who was nearly hanging over the railing had decided to just jump into the water and swim to shore. He was obviously the reckless one.<br/><br/>Her hands closed the notebook as she carefully unzipped the luggage, and slid it into the stuffed black rectangular bag.  No one bothered to ask her for help, or to offer their aide, but that was typical. Nobody usually cared about a woman in black. She heaved a sigh, dragging the luggage with her off the boat. No longer would she be cluttered on a boat with a bunch of people.<br/><br/>A man stood waiting for them, on hand on his hat, as he shouted out a greeting to them. Her response was a nice courtesy, and a wave. It was pointless to speak when the words would just be a hello. She rested her arms on her luggage bag, and glanced at the others. What would they do in response?