[Enzo wakes up in the ship with a pounding headache. Huh, strange. The last few days seem like a blur. He's not quite sure what day this is. The deck seems abnormally quiet as well...] * Enzo groans in a groaning sort of way. [The cabins in general seem to be empty...hmm.] * Enzo stumbles up, taking a moment to steady himself. Oof. [Enzo realizes that the ship is only this empty when it's at port. Shore leave is yay! He stumbles up and rolls out of the hammock, catching himself before he hits the deck and landing on his feet just fine.] * Enzo creaks his ickle neck and back, and massages his temples. "Ow." * Enzo carefully exits. [Enzo feels the sea breeze on his face! Aaaah. It feels good. He has indeed landed at port. It looks like Port Rio, where he started this whole journey.] * Enzo blinks. "Oh." * Enzo looks around! [Enzo notices someone walking in the distance. He (at least you presume it's a he from the outfit, since you can't quite tell from the distance) stands out because he's dressed all in red from what you can tell, with a matching tri- corner hat. The other reason he's noticeable is that he seems to be heading for the Trader's Guild where you were hired. And where everyone else probably is.] * Enzo wanders over. [Enzo wanders over. He thinks he's not being noticed. The man doesn't make any indication as he wanders through the streets, between people, etc.] * Enzo speeds up a little, trying to get either even or ahead of the figure. [Enzo manages to get even with the figure. The crowd has thinned out now and both of you are near the steps leading to the Trader's Guild. Now that Enzo is close, he can see the man is definitely a man. And rather handsome for a sailor at that. By his dress he looks as if he's some sort of captain, but although his skin is rather white with just a little bit of a tan, his actual nationality is uncertain. (con)] [He has a cutlass at his side, sheathed away in a black sheath. One of the few things on him that isn't crimson red. His band on his hat and his boots are both black. Also, he has those frilled rennaissance shirts underneath his red long-jacket. On his face, which looks about in its mid to late 20s, he's got a temporarily serious expression and a pair of spectacles that just barely sit on the tip of his nose.] [He has seemed to notice you now since he's slowing and turning to look at Enzo.] * Enzo smiles and nods in a friendly way. * HandsomeSailor just stares back at Enzo, then smirks, bowing slightly and gesturing for Enzo to past. "Pardon me. Didn't mean to be in such a hurry." * Enzo shrugs, and gestures to the sailor to precede him. "No problem at all." * HandsomeSailor stays low in his bow, gesturing still. "Oh. But I insist. The matter is not so pressing as to fail to be polite." He grins and sets his feet apart, waiting. * Enzo shrugs again. "Well, if you're sure." * Enzo eyes the sailor as he carefully steps around and into the Guild. Though...I'm curious... * Enzo pauses. "Er, yes?" * HandsomeSailor waves it off. "Oh nothing. I suppose I'll just wait out here then." Er, okay. * Enzo enters. * HandsomeSailor walks to a nearby tree and waits.