<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_7e5995834db34bc29318b575a3189d9d~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_632,h_812,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/991d95_7e5995834db34bc29318b575a3189d9d~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rachel Reade<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Able seaman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza / Departing port<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Maindeck, Quarterdeck<br/><hr/><br/>Having stowed her gear below, Rachel made her way back up to the main deck just in time to see Argus make his appearance from the hold.   A shake of her head was given and a low chuckle before she went about making sure the lines were stowed and everything on deck was secured.<br/><br/>From there she headed for the quarterdeck, making herself busy as she listened in for where they may be going.    She was eager to get to work, with something more than ship maintenance.  Rachel's gaze moved to where the captain stood in conversation, watching the pair a moment before she went back to work.   It seemed she was always and forever in the wrong place at the right time to overhear anything interesting.