Locke tilted his head slightly. "Welp, Ah'll have ta consider a few things, but since ye ask, why not get aquainted with tha' rest of the..." He glanced to the side briefly. "...start o' tha crew."

Nathanial nods once and climbs aboard, "Aye Captain."

Yannis walks back onto Selkie's ship after a few minutes.

The 'crew' wasn't very large; only three other mobians at the moment. A dashing osprey, a sturdy-looking ram, and what appeared to be a mobian porpise.

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The first place Marcos went was the wheelhouse to look over the charts. When he comes back out he asks Locke, "Course?"
Nathanial walks over to the Osprey, "Hi I'm Nathanial and the Spanial is Marcos. Who might you be?"

"Spagonia." Locke replied. "Have mates that way."

The osprey glanced over and smiled. "G'day to you. I'm Scope, and these," He waved over to the puorpise amd the ram, "are Chapalangi and Aries. Pleasure to make your aquaintence."
Chapalangi and Aries waved in greeting.

Nathanial waves back, "Nice to meet all of you. If Marcos doesn't respond to you at first he means no harm he just speak much English."

"Spagonia," Marcos repeats as he marks it on the map, "resupply? Crew?"

"Both." Locke returned.
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Scope chuckled. "Alright, we'll keep that in mind. Not that I think it'll be a huge issue; Langi here is a jack of all trades when it comes to languages."
Chapalangi smiled sheepishly. "It's nothing special."
"Aye, keep tellin' yourself that." Aries shrugged.

"Fantastic. By any chance is there another mobian on board," Nathanial asks noticing a particular scent.


Marcos nods once looking behind Locke, "Captain?"

Scope frowned. "Not that I've seen....?"

Locke tilted his head, then turned around to follow Marco's gaze.

Marcos was looking at Nathanial, "Stowaway?"
"It appears so," Nathanial says, "I'm not sure but the scent's recent. A wolf's scent. Can't tell exactly whose though?"