Silussa smiled as she finally finished taking note of the conditions that were fisible from the deck of the ship, and started going through her book of accounts. This particular company had actually been fairly accurate about reporting its holdings, and regular payment came like the rising of the sun. The conditions were good for sailing, to be sure, and an experienced captain, could make such a journey tolerable even for the most fussy aristocrat. Looking over the passenger manifest, however, that theory would certainly be put to the test.<br/><br/>People like the Foxsho family were the kind of people, that, if in a large enough quantity and concentration, gave more than enough fuel for any variety of civil unrest, including the violent kinds which had occured in Haiti, France, England, and any number of other nations, passing down though the history of the world. The motivations for one of them to get out of England for a while could be manifold. An indiscretion with a member of an equally powerful family, some hushed trouble with the law that had to be smoothed over with the careful application of the brick and mortar known as coins and bills, or simply just a show of grandeur, a little getaway with some partner not known thoughout her own strata of society. Silussa stretched slowly as she contemplated all of this.<br/><br/>Silussa could only smile as she noticed the disdainful look that the fox she assumed was Anastasia was wearing, and did the only thing a person of her demanor could. She gave the woman a warm smile, and a pleasant wave, before coiling back up on the deck. In her experience, nothing infurited the aristorcracy more than polite behavior in the face of utter contempt.