The old man waited for the ferry, his eyes peering into the distance. Well, not exactly into the distance. The gardener could see the hull of the boat starting to approach, the waves crumbling across the shore as the ship docked on the beach and the passengers came into view.<br/><br/>Nelson observed the woman who smoked, the only one who he could really see clearly yet. He remembered her as the medic that Mr. Black had invited. Hmph. She was welsh, according to Nelson's employer, and somewhat rich, too, according to Nelson's sight. Her fancy clothes and demeanour revealed that. Hmm.<br/><br/>In the morning midsts, the old man could also see a young man close to the woman, probably offering to carry her luggage by his gesturing. The valet and gardener couldn't really see his face, but could that be...? Hmm.<br/><br/>Decided to approach the ferry, Nelson raised an arm, placing his hat on his head with the other hand, and shouted a greeting towards the passengers and its idiot captain.