Masina paced the length of the ship impatiently. She'd had enough wine to restore her to good humor and health. She's checked the vessel over, made sure the captives could be secured, raised the sunshade and prepared lunch..<em>and still no sign of the men?</em><br/><br/>Her mood was darkening as quick as the blazing sun was baking heat into the day. If they didn't get moving, they'd be sailing past dark and who knew what sort of problems that meant.<br/><br/>Masina didn't like boat travel, especially not on the river. She always felt as if she were floating on a very slow moving target. Best to get sailing done with while you could see the river's banks. She scanned the docks scowling.<em>Would she have to go and collect them?</em><br/><br/>She had resolved to do just that, paused for a swallow of wine and then noticed the Pretty Man sauntering towards the docks with one of the new slaves crawling beside him.<br/><br/>The dark mood lifted as though a shade had been drawn away from a sunny window.<br/><br/>Perched on the wide fur lined bench Masina smiled and waved to hurry them along.<strong>"Let's get gone!"</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>