"I don't think there would be room to fit a shark into these waters...."<br/>Harriet gave a quick smile over her shoulder, to the man behind her.<br/>"...It seems pretty darned full as it is..."<br/><br/>Still, she was happy to be off those rickety stairs and onto firm ground. Taking a few steps to the side, so that she didn't stop others from doing the same, she dropped her bag at her feet and looked around. Harriet could only quess, that with a name like Chung, then the person she was looking for must be Chinese.<br/>She glanced once again, at the paper in her hand, only to be confronted by a rather nervous looking young man.<br/>Harriet gave a small smile as he spoke her name.<br/>"That's Pilkington - Smythe, though I must confess it is a little bit of a mouthful isn't it?"<br/>Holding out her hand, she smiled again.<br/>"I trust that you<em>are</em>Mr. Charles Chung?"