The pale furred feline stole quickly into the dock lane, looking back down the alley he had appeared from.<br/><br/>'<em>Why is it that only precious few humans understand true honor?</em>' he thought, moving silently through the tight, cargo choked passages of the port's dockhouses, finally managing to break contact with his pursuers. He did not wish to hurt them, for they were following orders, however unlawful they might be. At the other side of the docks, he saw his destination. He knew not the name of the ship, as it was clear, it had just been built, but he knew the name of her captain. Corin. They had met before, though only in a business sense. He needed crew, he needed a new place of work. It would work out well enough.<br/><br/>Looking back to make sure they had not sighted him again, he made his way across the docks, the flurry of activity helping to cloak him from scrutiny, except from the odd longshoreman urging him out of the way of moving cargo. Without much trouble, he arrived at the ship, noting the slightly loud, short female near the gangway, talking to the captain on the deck. He grinned almost imperceptibly, listening to her claims of ability. This might turn out to be an interesting tour, yes.<br/><br/>He approached carefully, keeping the female in sight, as she seemed to be well armed, though most of her weapons were actually tools of inordinate size. "Greetings," he said once he was at a healthy distance. "Is this captain Corin's ship? I was made aware crew members were needed." he said, looking up at the ship next, spotting the captain. "Greetings, Captain. Am I too late to request consideration for your crew?"