Nuria Sanchez spotted the ship she'd be working on from a ways down the wharf. Her eyes never failed her; the ship bore the markings the young captain had mentioned to her the night before. Beggars couldn't be choosers she supposed. Nuria had had a few by the time she had met Captain Corin at the inn, so she became a bit more excitable about the prospect than she might have had otherwise. He was young, that much was apparent, younger than any captain she had served with in the past. With her name on the wanted board for being a naval deserter, she needed this to keep moving.<br/><br/>Approaching the ship, Nuria's hand unconsciously brushed against the hilt of the rapier at her side, obscured by her overcoat. As long as she had it and the yellow moonstone mounted within the guard, potentially green captain or not, she'd be ready for whatever the seas through at her.<br/><br/>Up close the ship was small, but she could tell it was well equipped; fire power and swiftness...she gave an approving nod. Her eyes traveled up to where her station would be, at the top of the main mast in the crow's nest. Nuria was already itching to take her place. First things first though. She would find and approach Corin, if the captain hadn't spotted her already, and shake his hand. "Nuria 'Lupita' Sanchez," she said, giving her full name and alias. "Reporting for duty, Captain." The warmth and air of gaiety she had while buzzed the evening before was nowhere to be found in her tone or features; strictly professional it seemed.