(( As requested, here? the url for the image I showed you Anastasia.m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.nmm.ac.uk/mag/images/700/BHC1011_700.jpg">http://www.nmm.ac.uk/mag/images/700/BHC1011_700.jpg</a>mHope this is a help to anyone wishing to join this RP<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>))<br/><br/>Aside from the daily bustle of life on the docks, Plymouth harbour was a veritable forest of masts, yardarms and rigging. Below all this were the hulls of all manner of ships, boats and yachts, but the largest of them all was the Grosvenor herself, standing out proud and ornate amongst the smaller and less prestigious looking vessels. This was not unusual, as the East India Company tended to own some of the largest ships on the sea, often selling them to the royal navy to be used as war ships.<br/><br/>Grosvenor was large, but she was fast and graceful, her turning speed unmatched for a ship her size. Fluttering proudly in the breeze at the stern of the ship is the large flag of the East India Company. This consisted of red and white stripes, with the Saint George cross tucked into the top left corner. Grosvenor was not quite as heavily armed as a naval vessel, but James was proud of her, regardless.<br/><br/>Paws behind his back, James Makes his way onto the quarterdeck, busy with issuing orders and overseeing the crew as they load passengers, cargo and provisions for the long voyage ahead. Now and then his stern gaze would fall upon the rodents he had ordered to load the foxy lady? belongings aboard ship, and in particular the one rodent who seemed to have taken charge of the small group. Leonard, he believed his name was; one of the new members of the crew. James gives a very slight nod of approval. At least there was one rodent aboard who looked to be a capable seaman.<br/><br/>After conferring with one of his fellow officers, James turns to watch Anastasia nervously step off the gangway and onto the more stable and solid decking beneath her footpaws. The young wolfen officer makes his way over to the makeshift table where yet another officer is busy entering all whom board into the register.<br/><br/>James gives a quick look to Leonard, as though apologising in advance in the event he gets his name wrong. After all, he was still familiarising himself with all the new crew members who had signed up during this brief stop at Plymouth. ?eonard, have these men load the lady? belongings into her assigned quarters. Then you and I shall escort her there, once things have been settled.?r<br/><br/>Allowing Leonard time to organise his fellow rodents, James patiently waits for the foxy to sign her name into the register before introducing himself.<br/><br/>?elcome aboard, Madam.?He says with a polite bow, noting the slight look of displeasure on her features. Being a gentleman, he pretends not to notice, lest he embarrass her in front of the crew. ?t is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am 2nd Lieutenant James Flynn. Perhaps a tour of the ship might be in order while we wait for the crew to stow your belongings, madam??James politely waits for Anastasia to introduce herself, half expecting the proud foxy to speak her mind as she had appeared to do so with Leonard only moments ago.<br/><br/>(( Note: I said ?table and solid decking?decking. No wolfen officer putting his footpaw through the hull!<img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>))