Luck held for fair Astrid though she'd never admit it was so, as she walked down the crowded shadowed street to the pub the man had mentioned. Oh no not to her, to talk to her was a gift, he'd been boasting to a friend, rather deep in his cup that he saw a ship come into port called the phantom and laughed at the spooky name then went on to describe the woman who'd come off the boat.<br/><br/>Astrid had stayed long enough to hear the man say the woman went to a rough and tumble bar known for it blind eyes. Astrid had smiled hearing it a cold look that looked dangerous on such an innocent face. Hand resting with easy comfort of the hilt of her sword she entered the pub swept her eyes over the room.<br/><br/>She had no problem recognizing the woman she stood out from the rest. Surrounded by people one might have hesitated to approach her. Astrid wasn't one of those people. She cut threw the crowd ignoring all as if they were nothing to her, until they proved other wise they were.<br/><br/>She reached the captains table and her dark unreadable eyes met those of the captain, a captain's who's very name scared most into their beds, who's renowned on the sea made her a name of stories. Some how Astrid had been expecting more then the beautiful woman who seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. "Blood," She said with a nod of respect resting her hand on her hip, "Is it true?" she asked.<br/><br/>She'd heard a rumor several days back that blood had taken over the ship then dumped the entire crew off with intentions of recruiting an entirely new crew loyal only to her. If it was true Astrid was more then willing to join. She itched to be off land to taste the sea air and be free once more. Blood may very well be her shining ticket out of here.