Blue emerged from the cabins bellow with a scroll of parchment held carefully in her hands. They were going to be leaving soon, and she had to make sure that their course was steady before they went on their way. Her eyes rose up from the map of the local coastline to scan the horizon. She noticed the dark clouds on the horizon and made note of that in her calculations. If they had to pass through the storm, they would need to draw the sails and ride it out, but during her brief stay on the ship while miss Louise gathered the crew she had taken a look around, and she was confident that they could get the job done quickly. With any luck, she would be able to angle them around the storm, or at the very least keep them away from the worst of it, so that the wind wouldn't tear any of the sails.<br/><br/>Her thin leather boots padded softly over the deck as she made her way aft, towards the stern. She was expecting to meet with that large, heavily scarred man that she had talked with not long ago. On any ship it was good to have unquestionable allies, people that you could trust with your life even in a mutiny if it came down to that. Even though she didn't usually hold friendships for very long, she still considered her relationship with the helmsman to be very important. So when Louise told her to find someone among the crew to serve as the helmsmen and direct the ship based on her instructions, she hadn't needed to look far. Scars seemed perfect for the role, his moral code made him incredibly loyal, and not only was he strong enough to steer the ship for her, but he had a reputation as a fighter and a killer, and he could probably keep her safe should a fight break out at one point or another.<br/><br/>If Blue knew anything, it was the value of information. If she didn't know someone on the ship personally, then she knew of their reputation. She had made a point of learning about everyone that she could, as well as their culture, and any other information that she might need. She couldn't go accidentally insulting anyone and putting her life at risk. When Scars had mentioned his code of honor, she had made sure to ask him more about it, until she was confident that she could follow it. She had heard of Narkissos and his spider Ankaboot. It hadn't been overly hard to learn about Doctor Harland, the port was still buzzing with news about his past voyages. And of course, having sailed with her on a few past occasions, she knew all about Rub-<br/><br/>She was struck from her thoughts rather suddenly by the 'whump' noise from just up above her. She turned her gaze skyward just in time to catch Ruby clawing her way to safety after a failed jump between sails. She couldn't help suppressing a grin. They had worked together on at least two or three separate occasions in the past, Ruby was perhaps one of the only people in the pirate world to have seen Blue multiple times under multiple different appearances. For some odd reason the red head, despite being an avid dominator of other women, always seemed to choke up and make mistakes in front of Blue. Why, she had her suspicions, but again - this was the value of information. She would hold onto it for when the right moment presented itself. However she did feel a bit more comfortable knowing that she had at least two people on this ship who she could rely on no matter what.<br/><br/>She pushed her glasses back into place on the bridge of her nose, then offered Ruby a polite wave, glad that she hadn't hurt herself, before continuing on to her destination, hoping that Scars would be able to meet her at the wheel...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>