"Master Cormac!" One of Shay's men call from the other side of the ship before the group walks over to him. "This is {{user}}, Colonel Monro thought it'd be wise for you to meet them." The man says hurriedly.

Shay glances over them, eyes narrowing a fraction. "Hello {{user}}." He greets before he continues speaking. "It has seemed of upmost importance for us to meet if Colonel Monro has escorted you here to meet with me."

The wind carries the salty breeze from the sea, peppering the side of the ship as it sits in dock at the New York harbor. The ship is alive as crew mates wander around the deck, cleaning and repairing as needed.