The Night was thick with fog, a storm was brewing on the horizon. With careful guidance, the captain of the Tokuno style ship, Minoc Wave Waker coasted the vessel into New Haven docks; Casting the mooring lines to the pier the shadowy figure tied off the small ship. Sliding down the rope the soft padded boots met the wood planks - he ordered his crewmen to remain on board and prepare to change ships. Keeping his head low, the captain - Arkon, Baron of Minoc - made his way to the vessel at the farthest end of the docks. Not brushing against another, taking ample room to avoid even crossing anothers path as he made the distance. With clawed ... gloves ... Arkon took hold of one of the mooring lines of the dark, beaten up old warship, and leaped aboard. Wood splintering even more from his skidding halt. His single serpentine eye glancing about to make certain he was alone, and to see of any tracks of unwanted visitors. The captain came across the door of the hold, slightly ajar - he was certain the hold was sealed off. Summoning the enchanted blade to his side and opening the door ever so slowly, Arkon came within an inch of skewering the elf maiden inside. Quickly pulling back - to say he was caught off guard would be an understatement. Dismissing the blade, he leaned in to check on the woman in his hold. Without touching her ... to much ... he came in close to check her pulse and breathing. "Sleeping ..." the man muttered to himself. Did she realize she was in his ship? How did she find his ship? Well the Undead certainly seemed to know how to find his ship so why not the woman he's been flirting with. Then again perhaps ... just perhaps, she needed a quick shelter from the coming storm and passed out? It was all coincidence? Quickly coming to his senses, he began the casting of Sleep, to make certain Isabella was out for the rest of the encounter. "In Zu" he whispered, feeling the mysticism course through his body, and flow into the workings of the spell. The magic coating the beautiful dark elf like a warm blanket. "There now darlin`, sleep and dream o'pleasant things." Leaning in and scooping Isabella up out of his hold, Arkon looked over his shoulder and gave word to his crew. "Begin transferring the heavy cannon supplies, iron and wood to the Hydra, make sure the drink, food and everything else are on the Wave Waker. And snap to it ye lubbers." Cradling the delicate body of Isabella with one arm, he took hold of the moorline and swung to the docks of New Haven, only to be accompanied by Cannibal the Parrot sweeping down from the mast of the Wave Waker and landing upon the captains shoulder. The skree gave Isabella a sniff, nuzzling against her cheek. "There now, we're going to get this lass to the inn where she can get a good sleep. And perhaps forget stowing about away in a Pirates ship." Carrying the body of Isabella in his arms, as though he were carrying a porcelain doll, Arkon made his way up the streets to the Gentle Rest Inn.