Somewhere further along the dockyard, a variety of vessels bearing Cathedral's crest, a majority of them were lighter vessels though a few were most impressive. At the center of the Dockyard CMS Cathedral's Pride hung proudly in the sky, it's main batteries stood out from the vessel, two medium carronades pointed outward from the the vessels castle, ready to strike down flanking vessels that moved too close, on either side of the vessel duo turreted cannons with their barrels pointed up spoke volumes about the ships destructive potential, indeed they were reminiscent of pre-war warships that traveled the oceans, and in the case of more wealthy nations still did. Amelia could only imagine what other weapons it was carrying, but she was getting distracted, she had something to do, and by do, inquire about vessels that might be joining them.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a young dock hand pointing a duo of heavily armed to a vessel somewhere nearby. In his hand a clipboard thick with paper was held against his side.
Jack pot she thought.
"Excuse me!" She said, getting the attention of the dock worker.
"Uh, yes? Did you need something?" For Colin this was odd, his friends often called him a strong and that women would appreciate it, but never before had one called to him like this.
She was all smiles as she made her way over, he noticed she was covered in equipment. Maybe she works here? he ignored the thought as she got closer.
"Is that the Expeditionary Registry?"
What? "What?" Figures the pretty ones... "Er, yes, are you looking for your ship?"
"No, I'm looking into other vessels, now if you would please hand it over."
What? "What?"
"I'll need to look through it myself you see, Father always said you shouldn't have to rely on others for this sort of thing, now hand it over."
Oh boy...
Elsewhere
"Captain Morgan of Cathedral's Militia, or the guard as some have taken to calling it, formerly of Firnfeld's naval service. And yes I'm here on buisness I was just meeting my future colleagues. I've been in the need of a change of scenery for a while an I suppose an expedition such as this will help take my mind off things."
She held out a hand, "A pleasure Commander Frey."
