[Shutting her journal with an enormous smile, Perona began to gather all the necessities she'd need for the journey. Of course, being the more experienced sailor, her bags are far more packed with essential things, but their time at sea wouldn't be as long as it would have been were this the Grand Line...or really, any stretch of ocean larger than Luceti's.
The following morning finds Perona lugging quite a few things behind her, assisted by a happy little wagon she found at the item shop (because like hell she'd actually carry that crap). She rolls right on up to the ship she had eyed and hops right onto it after inspecting the exterior. Looks alright...just needs a decent scrubbing, and probably to scrape off any barnacles or other clinging shellfish.
One by one Perona loads her bags onto the ship, hopping to and fro from the ship to the dock with practiced ease. After everything's packed away, she even gets to checkingon the sails and the rudder, turning the wheel as one of her ghosts eyes the rudder for her. Seems to be okay...perfect!]
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The following morning finds Perona lugging quite a few things behind her, assisted by a happy little wagon she found at the item shop (because like hell she'd actually carry that crap). She rolls right on up to the ship she had eyed and hops right onto it after inspecting the exterior. Looks alright...just needs a decent scrubbing, and probably to scrape off any barnacles or other clinging shellfish.
One by one Perona loads her bags onto the ship, hopping to and fro from the ship to the dock with practiced ease. After everything's packed away, she even gets to checkingon the sails and the rudder, turning the wheel as one of her ghosts eyes the rudder for her. Seems to be okay...perfect!]