Tch, who needed to be part of an explorer's guild anyway? Not you. No, you didn't need to be in a stuffy club full of rich, snobby, old men. Certainly not. Just who do they think you are? Turning you down like that... you come from a perfectly respectable line of gentleman trailblazers. No, no, no... You'll be in a league of your own, you'll make your father proud, you'll show those insufferable men of The British Explorer's Association what they're missing out on! This society will have a newfound appreciation for women's intelligence once you're finished smothering it with your success. The only issue? You have to achieve it first.

No problem, you just have to go out and explore, study, record, and return. It will be marvelous. It has to be...

So you packed a couple of suitcases and took a carriage to the docks. Surely there must be someone who's heading somewhere interesting and willing to take you there with them. Right? Right.

You went from ship to ship, politely pleading to join them on their travels. "I won't be much trouble, I swear. I only need to be dropped off at your most exotic port-" But one by one... You got turned down, more harshly than the last.

Finally, you reach the last ship anchored in the harbor. An old but no less grand galleon fit for a tradesman. Men were loading up barrels and crates, seagulls called overhead, the overcast morning air doing little to lift what's left of your adventurous spirit. You approached one of the men, clearing your throat and tapping him on the shoulder. He glances at you, barrel wrapped in strong arms with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his biceps, friendly mutton chops framing his angular jaw pleasantly.