Leah always felt more alive the closer it drew to moon rise, whether because of what she was or because it was her nature she could no longer remember. It made the loud noise of the crowd not so irritating for her, but not so for the vampire she thought absently as that ice blue eye of hers swept over him. His movements seemed still weighted slightly with sleep and it seemed to her he'd much rather disappear back into his cabin. The gunner let herself smirk ever so slightly, a bit of catlike mischief in it but little other emotion.

"Good Evening Captain, perhaps you would like to borrow an eye patch against the sun?" She greeted as she leaned forward against her staff a moment. She always greeted him that way, Captain, never his name or any other touch of familiarity. It would be easy to blame the fact she was one of the newer members of the crew but most would just say she was plain cold and maybe they were right about that.

No humor entered her voice but her smirk suggested it as she spoke. She stood, her arms half intertwined with her staff in such a way it would seem she would fall over. Like any cat, however, her balance was perfectly assured but it made her look a little shorter and a little more harmless.... something she seemed to prefer most of the time unless she was angry.




Shay's sea colored eyes glittered with excitement as she made her way to the boat. Despite her expensive clothing with all it's beads, butterflies, bows, and lace she did not care much for her 'station' or appearing reserved. She was like a little girl going on a trip for the first time to some sort of Wonderland. Nothing held her back as she made her way through the crowd and pulled a pale haired man behind her.

She ignored his annoyance and amusement in equal parts, her frail hands staying clamped around his wrists as she pulled him along. She had already warmed up to him so was competently opposite the shy, quiet girl he'd first met. Instead she was chattering on about how exciting it all was and how the ship seemed so different then her merchant of a father's ships. She asked questions too, such as if he thought it would be faster or slower then her father's ships but never really gave him time to answer. Her face was already flushed but she didn't care and just kept running and talking.

It was quite a contradiction to watch her when she outwardly appeared so elegant. Her dark red hair was pulled up in a partially up do with the top half twirled into an elaborate bun, decorated with glittering trinkets that were often shaped like butterflies. Her short cape was pulled to the side, an expensive pin with a bow attached holding it pinned to the side with a few delicate chains hanging from it. Her dress was well made and appeared to be of high quality white silk with blue accents and dark blue lace. The dress was so well made and finely tailored along with her long gloves that it looked as if it belonged to royalty if one ignored the fact it was sleeveless and was so high necked you could see it above the cape...being much of the royalty was inclined to a fashion of showing much of their bosom at the time.