[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

"Ahoy there, Dock Master," the Bosun called from the boat, "thank you for the welcome!" As the boat was brought to the edge of the dock, he leapt nimbly to the planks and began tying down the Chasing boat with some of the other sailors who had came with him.

After the boat was secured, he straightened and looked at the Dock Master before him. "Thank you for your patience, Master Oshall. As you can most likely surmise, I am Parcival MacDonnaugh, Bosun of the Bloody Fleet." He made a grand bow, sweeping his hat off of his head as he nearly doubled over. His long ponytail-tied with a scarlet ribbon-falling over itself. The gathered sailors made there salutes as he bowed.

As he rose from the bow, and returned his hat to his head, he addressed the Dock Master. "I would be happy to have your guidance here, Master Oshall, as it has been quite some time since I have left this city. I believe Master... Lee shall stay here and begin the papers, though I should like to look them over." Lee nods, and MacDonnaugh patted his jacket, finding copies of the letters of mark, and proffered them to the Dock Master. "Our papers, as well, should you require them. I assure you, everything is in order. Now then," he said, a friendly smile playing across his lips, "I'm sure you are a busy woman, allow us to discuss as we walk. I'd hate to add more worries to your brow."