The closest two masted vessel happens to be the one that the other adventurers got off of.  The captain himself is a lean man, standing no more than 5 and a half feet tall and glares at the gorgeous Brythunian girl.  Then shakes his head, "No.  No women on me boat.  Yer trouble enough on shore leave, I don't need me men fighting over ye when at sea."<br/><br/>He notes the look on her face, "Don't give me that.  Even if you don't play favourites, or even keep to yer room, ye'll be there, and the men will want ye.  No, I don't need that kind of trouble."<br/><br/>A scarred forearm points to some of the other vessels, "Find yerself another fool, this one's not biting."<br/><br/>And with that the Ship's Captain turns around and shouts at his men, "What?  None o'ye seen a woman before?  Get a move on, we need to get the cargo unloaded before noon, go on!"