He whistled a light tune once again, something bold in a chorus but just light enough to be heard by one man, something sang by sailing ships he would have witnessed, casting off into the sea.<br/><br/>He stepped slowly onto the gangplank, and began to traverse it, stepping hard enought to threaten breaking though the wood, but managing to avoid doing so. He then stepped off, planting his feet with an authority that he didn't have. He glared about the boat, trying to identify folks, mentally trying to arrange how he should speak whilst on the boat.<br/><br/>He saw Anastasia, peering at him from so much higher up, and smirked, as he knew who she was. Dang near everybody knew who she was. He saw her as a cold, spoiled little girl, but had no doubt that she may be the 'most important' cargo onboard.<br/><br/>He eyed Alfonzo, Jake, Leonard, and the rest of the crew, blinking lighly about them, noting the rich variety of races. He wasnt much a fan of cats, naturally bieng prey to them and all, but he knew they had thier place onboard. He simply decided he may ought to avoid them.<br/><br/>Immediatly, whom he had waited to scan until he had checked out her surroundings, Silussa caught his attention. His eyes scanned over her form, and her general look, narrowing some into a squint as though to confirm that he knew her from a distance. She looked, physically, like a girl he had known before, possible loved, before having to have left her behind, his busy schedule demanding he leave places often and quickly. Bieng who he was, he naturally pictured her in a less formal form at first, though his thoughts slowly caught him with thoughts of, 'she wouldnt remember you...' and '...your just halucinating'. He wasnt sure, but had truley demanded his attention was her clothes. She worked for the king. A Tax Collector. Damn. He was a thief, and had a fiarly turbulent financial past. He became more and more sure that must have been how he had known her, though deep in his mind he wondered if there had been a hint of both relationships before now, as he couldnt stop picturing her as someone he knew personally.<br/><br/>He shook off the feeling, knowing who he<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>be looking for, bringing his attention to the comanding officer in the vicinity, eying Sharde with a look of sudden intensity as he steadied his pace toward him, smiling and preparing to sign up. He was here to work.