The Red Jewel did not frequently make port, but when it did there was much fanfaire, celebration, and loot to be unloaded. Docking into a city generally made Vailea nervous. Anxious, more like. She was a lich of the sea, a creature who had extended her life through murderous means so she could continue the never ending adventure the ocean promised. Docking as they were forced to do, for repairs and supplies, always made her feel grounded. How a bird must feel when it must land.
She sat on the railing, holding onto one of her cigars, and oversaw the unload of the cargo. Stiffly moving zombies shuffled about, dressed up like low ranked sailors. They likely smelt a bit off, but anyone that had been out to sea for extended periods did. Vailea and a few choice others on board maneuvered and micromanaged the free labor with unseen strings. It'd be poor form if one of the mindless crew went off and bit someone else on the docks.
No matter how fun that might be otherwise.
When the loot was unloaded, and would be set to be sold, Vailea slid off the railing and popped her cigar in her mouth. Now she had to do the captainly thing and see about procuring the needed supplies for the living members. Food. Things that would preserve well or could be preserved through magical means easily.
Vailea hated being on solid ground. Made her legs feel awkward.
It didn't take her long, though. She had a sharp, though charming way about her and she didn't care to barter any longer than she absolutely had to. While there were other members of the crew who would find fun in the buildings of the port, Vailea invariably returned to her home, her ship, as night fell on the glittering city. The docks were quieter, now, with cargo being managed by the few that decided to forgo the festivities offered by a trade town. That left Vailea more or less alone with her handful of mindless crew to move supplies in the gathering gloom.
There weren't that many other ships that were docked at that moment, anyway, which lent some manner of privacy, too. Invariably, Vailea returned to the railing so she could finish her cigar from previous while the goods she purchased earlier were loaded up.