The gentle rocking of the boat, hinted that the boat had finally docked. With a soft groan and a few other guttural noises, a young man arose from his bunk. His eyes had a peculiar slant to them, indicating one of partial elven descent. Well eye, He mused with a giggle as he put on his eye patch, made of fine leather accented with thin golden thread, on over his deadly white and blind right eye. His name was Zhengi, though many opted to call him by his nickname of Skies. The only people who seemed to call him by his real name was the Captain herself and the second mate. He swinging his legs from his bunk and Zhengi jumped down from his second level bedding. Landing like a Khajiit, he slowly stood up and stretched. He proceeded quietly because it was apparent many where still in bed. He began to rummage through his dresser drawers, rummaging as quietly as he could through his weapons. Selecting an ebony dagger and sword, he placed them on top of the dresser. I still have some time before the boss… Captain, He thought and corrected himself. Awoke. Everything should be tip top form. He cracked his neck and sighed in relief. The contract renewal went through smoothly. Sometimes he would wonder why he opted for an open contract, but he remembered it was for safety when employers are a worse lot. It really didn’t matter, the more he thought about it. His contract is almost a formality at this point, a technicality. Not like he had anywhere better to go, yet.
He began to dress, simply putting on his armor over a fine shirt. It was a dark brown leather carapace, made for comfort as well as being as aesthetically pleasing as possible. Smoothed polished boots and cuirass, perfect for someone who was keen on hitting over being hit. As he tightened the straps he tucked his fine pants into his boots. Almost as an afterthought when his boots were on, he began rummaging through the pouches and bandoliers he had. Organization had seemingly gone out the widow, but he soon found what he wanted. A small harness to secure his sword to his back instead of his hip, and an even smaller harness for his left wrist. He actually rarely had to use either weapon, but it was his mantra to try and be as prepared as possible. Slipping his hand into the harness he began to secure the dagger onto it, making sure the blade could be in his hand in an instant. He realized time was slipping away, so he moved faster getting his sword secured to his back, and opening the last drawer to look at all the fine clothes jackets he had, he stared at his options. This was often the hardest choice of the day for Zhengi, and it was definitely an important one. At least to Zhengi, who prided himself in looking good while performing his duties as close to perfectly as possible.
He settled on a reddish brown fine coat, and finally left his room securing a large bracer onto his right arm. He moved through the decks like a ghost trying to not make a sound. He soon made his way onto deck to watch the night sky as it turned to day. It was to be a quiet sunrise, with the seas and wind played a beautiful song as the engines idled. He moved to the stern, staring at the wall of fog, waiting to be vanquished by the sun. Something about the Sea of Ghost was haunting yet calming at the same time. Speaking of Ghosts, Zhengi thought with a small laugh to himself. He didn’t go to the first mate, he barely even moved his head to acknowledge the wave. Though he did watch the First Mate walk over to the bow. With a small smirk Zhengi closed his eye, reaching out with his other senses. Feeling the mist tickle his arms, waiting for the sun’s warm gaze to fall upon him.