Decimus ignored the malicious looks, walking through the maze of hallways and corridors within the enclosed turtleship, eventually ending up at the bow of the ship itself. He squinted at the intense sunlight, which beat down on his head from high above. He put a hand up to shield his eyes as he examined the sky. Barely a cloud in sight. A nice day. A hot day, too.
Looking down towards the horizon, he noticed something other than water. A far-stretching landmass directly ahead, with a massive port lining the coast. Docks stretched out towards the sea, fishing boats and such attached here and there by thick, sturdy ropes. "Whats wrong, orc?" A voice asked him. He turned sharply, seeing one of the crew members behind him, arms crossed. He looked more decorated than the other crew due to his attire, as well as his neatly-groomed, greying beard and hair. "Never seen Serendipity's coast before?" The man raised a brow.
This man looked just about as pissed off at him as any other onboard, just from his piercing eyes drilling holes in his very soul. Still, there was an aura of professionalism about this man. As if he was much more civilized than his contemporaries. "No... I don't get to this side of the province very often." Decimus answered bluntly. "May I ask who you are?" He raised a brow. The man just took a deep breath of the ocean air, walking to the very edge of the deck with his hands behind his back. "You're looking at the catain of this vessel."
Decimus blinked at him for a long time. He wasn't expecting to see a man such as the captain of Qi's turtleship out on the bow for a breath of fresh air, rather than... Well, piloting the ship. He supposed even men like him needed to leave their post for a moment. "We're making a stop... Here?" The assassin broke the silence, a bit caught off guard at the strange choice of destination. "There's barely any commerce regulation from the king on the coast... This place is full of thugs and crime lords."
The captain chuckled slightly, looking over at Decimus. "Yeah. And? We have a buyer we're meeting here for quite the profit. He pays, we peddle our wears here. The legitimacy of our clients means nothing to us." He explained. Decimus clinched his fists slightly. "You could be selling to a crook. Running right into a trap. Youre putting the Red Tiger in danger." He growled. The captain laughed harder. "Oh, what a card! The man who tried putting a bullet in the fair lady's skull, trying to tell me about putting her in danger!" He had a fair point... Still, this place gave off awful vibes.
The captain, turning him with a rough hand on his shoulder, glared into his eyes. "Listen well, orc... You be a good boy and go back to your cell. Go occupy your time in some way. But dammit, stay out of our way!" He snarled, pushing him back. Decimus stumbled, nose curling in anger at him, but he remained calm, against his better judgement.