<i>Wisp arched her back as the last of the sunset shimmered against the western horizon, officially sanctioning the beginning of evening and she tilted her head to one side, listening to the squawks, mutters, and curses that were so typical of sea-faring voyages.  She wasn't precisely sure where she was... oh, she was on a boat to be sure, but there were many types of boats for just as many purposes, and she had been unable to divine just what this boat's purpose was and where it was bound.<br/>
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She had instinctively dived for the comfort of the dark as she came out of the portal, not truly even remembering the actions she took, but had nonetheless awoke to find herself amidst the ship's cargo hold and, judging from the relative emptiness of said cargo-hold, had at least been able to rule the shipfarers out as potential merchants.<br/>
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There had been some sort of altercation in the brightly lit evening as a host of others had been discovered by the ship's crew and repeated gestures and probable demands were made.  While Wisp had been too far removed to actually discover the content of the words, the gestures used and the eventually piling of objects within a wooden crate had made the context of the conversation more or less clear.<br/>
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That crate had, annoyingly, remained upon the desks for the rest of the afternoon, with a pair of the crew standing near it.  The woman's... curiosity... had been piqued and she was not someone who was apt to forget a mystery once she had discovered one.  Still, while any -rational- group of sailors would have moved the crate of weapons to some storage area like... say... a cargo hold, this bunch simply saw fit to keep it annoyingly out of her reach.<br/>
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She sighed... lightly drumming her thumb upon the fabric of her skirt, taking some comfort in the thick bands of the material covering her hips.  It wouldn't be enough to stop a sword, or even turn aside a dagger... but it would slow a glancing blow and, as long as she was aware the strike was coming, that would often be enough.<br/>
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Taking one more glance at the night sky, she nodded to herself, seeing the deepening hues of twilight move from purple to black, and decided this would be, by far, the best time to see just what pretties that crate actually held.  She had wonderfully luminous skin that naturally drew the eye and made men frustrated by their inability to keep their eyes still when she was around but, unfortunately, that same skin caused her to be significantly easier to see than her darkened padding would have done, and so the best option she had was to move quick in the lull between the sun's departure and the moon's arrival.<br/>
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The woman adjust her scabbards and made sure the cloth between them was well affixed, it wouldn't do to have her blades clink together, after all, and then begin creeping towards the crate in question.  Thankfully, the would-be sentries had positioned themselves to restrict access to the crate, but not vision of it.  As the crate had been shoved up against the side of one of the ship's cabins, a woman crawling on the forward deck was well able to simply crawl up to the railing and peer down directly into the crate.  Should there be anything exceptionally pretty, it would take significantly more effort to actually -access- the crate but... that was a bridge to be crossed later.<br/>
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She had little enough trouble reaching her desired position and was able to see a belt and a small scattering of weapons below, the lightly swirling, cloudy liquids within the various vials, elixirs, and tonics drawing her attention and making her strain to read any writing that may be present.  Some amount of time passed while the curious woman lay, transfixed by the mystery contained below, but all at once she snapped back to herself, and became aware of a presense just behind her.<br/>
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Looking over her shoulder, she indeed confirmed that something were standing directly there and bit her lip, wondering how it had approached as she was quite sure no one but the navigator was on this deck.  Still, she thought quickly and rolled over, flashing a glance at her thighs as her rotation pushed her skirt up her legs, while also concealing her weapons behind her on the off chance whomever it was had yet to notice them.<br/>
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Flashing her very best smile, she whispered </i><span style="color: orange">"Crate inspector."</span><br/><br/>((Leaving it deliberately vague who found her, so anyone that would be on deck can assume it was them, or can assume it was some random crewperson, whatever works!))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>