Little were the mariners aware that their ship had a stowaway, clinging to the keel like a barnacle.<br/><br/>Iris was searching too, though she knew specifically who she was seeking. The sea god who was her patron had alerted her to his presence on the waves, and had instructed her that they must join forces... for some reason.<br/><br/>She didn't think she'd be able to trust them, but she'd be sure to test them once they crossed paths. She wasn't about to tick off Poseidon. She swum up and grabbed the underbelly of the docks. She was a fan of underbellies. So many secret places to scuttle about, it made her feel comfortable. But she'd have to go topside and confront this guy soon.<br/><br/>She changed back to a human, clutching the edge of the dock with lobster-like grip, and hauled herself up. She had a cloak woven of seaweeds that she drew about her. It was an attempt to keep a low profile. Her normal attire (or near lack thereof) was far to noticeable if she was going to shadow someone.<br/><br/>She spotted the man she thought was the one Poseidon wanted her to search for. It was something in the way he moved... primal, like a stalking jungle cat. She began to follow... at a safe distance, of course.