Narkissos was, more often than not, to be found either cooking, fishing, or manning the lower rigging. He'd also only been seen, ever since he'd acquired his friend, once without her present, and today was no such instance, Ankaboot perched upon his shoulder, gripping his scarf silently. He'd just boarded with the rest of the crew that came in from port, bringing with him a bag that looked to be used for carrying seed at some point, but was instead full of something else. It looked to be something soft, at least. He stepped to the quartermaster, the woman's presence ever felt, and gave her a polite nod. "<span style="color: indigo">Arahni, at your service!</span>"<br/><br/>He then turned to Weasel, who had not quite left. "<span style="color: indigo">Ah, hello Weasel!</span>" he said cheerfully, "<span style="color: indigo">When we have set sail again, perhaps we could do some fishing, eh?</span>"<br/><br/>Ankaboot shifted her position enough to meet Weasel's eyes. "<span style="color: indigo">Oh, and Ankaboot says hello too.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>