'Hippocampus' was heading to it's assigned docking spot, led by a little pilot boat with a bright red sail. As they entered the confines of the port, it was like sailing in a forests of masts and smokestacks.<br/>Two groups of blue-clad mariners hurried to different parts of the ship. One to work the ropes to moor the ship, other to prepare the wooden trap.<br/><br/>Hong-Kong port assaulted the senses with a mixture of strange smells and a cacophony of sounds. Chinese workers and porters, merchants of European, Hindu and middle-eastern descent, sailors from every possible place in the world and many others were shouting and talking to each other in their languages and accents.<br/><br/>Last telegram stated that a man named Cristopher Chong will be waiting at her with day in advance and that a hotel is reserved for her to rest before meeting with the solicitor and seeing her uncle's mansion.<br/>Right now, there was a lean asian man in a black suit making his way towards the ship, eyeing everyone who stepped down...