Tsura wrinkled his nose in distaste as a fine spray of salt water climbed over the railing, leaving his face and his vest uncomfortably damp to the touch.  Traveling by boat had always been a rather disagreeable task to the man; it wasn’t that he was particularly afraid of water, it would be virtually impossible in his line of work, it was the fact that if anything were to go wrong he’d pullet into the water so deep a whole other world could exist beneath without your knowledge, and so vast any speck of land on the horizon could take hours, even days to reach. It was funny though, as he had no problem with air travel, which was probably the more dangerous of the two; maybe it was just the thought of being surrounded by water on all sides that conjured up images of icebergs materializing out of the mist, creatures lunging from the depths to swallow him whole, or running out of supplies with weeks left before reaching land.<br/><br/>Tightening his crimson tie, Tsura’s surveyed his fellow passengers briefly, before seating himself on his suitcases which he had brought up with him, at a reasonable distance from the railing opposite of the black-clad women and eager teen, to avoid both the sea spray, as best as he could, and unwanted conversation.