Most of the crew is up on the deck, helping to manage the ship through the choppy waters. A strong wind blows the rain at a sharp angle, making the ship sway fiercely; most of the experienced sailors are having difficulty moving, let alone the rookies. Despite the rain, though, at a gesture from one of the crew, who took the opportunity to grab her ass, while she's looking, she can spot the outline of the city port, the long docks, and the high masts poking out through the mist.<br/><br/>Another twenty minutes of carefully guiding the ship and, the they've pulled up to the dock, tied off, and paid the appropriate bribes to the city officials, before disgorging their cargo and passenger, leaving Aquila standing on the fairly empty dock, in the early morning rain, with little more than the clothes on her back, and the goods she can carry.