The small ship was guiding gently along the Himyar coast, bypassing Radilo, as it entered waters that seem rarely traveled. It was of modest size, with various nationals aboard.
Nicolo Iachino stood at the front of the ship, smoking a cigarette as he looked nonchalantly on at the coastline, obviously lost in thought. He was soon joined by a young woman, one Elena Schiroli, dressed in a casual business suit and clinging a clipboard to her chest. She was much smaller than Nicolo, but was smaller than most people, and hence even though Nicolo was of average height and build, he seemed to tower over her. She was typical of someone from southwest Potenzan, with darker skin, and jet black hair, which was done in a bun behind her head.
"Any calls while I was up here?" Nicolo asked, turning towards Elena and raising one of his arched eyebrows.
"No, sir," Elena replied, "how far are we?"
"Not far," Nicolo replied, tossing the burnt cigarette over the edge of the ship, "Port Watu should be appearing soon. You've never even been outside the country, have you?"
Elelan blushed slightly, adjusting her black glasses, "Hm...no, sir."
"Well stay with us, and don't wander far. We have the rare privilege of being one of the few white people to get an inside glance of Watustan. Be thankful we're here on business and not vacation. And enjoy your first trip with Bulgari."
Nicolo Iachino stood at the front of the ship, smoking a cigarette as he looked nonchalantly on at the coastline, obviously lost in thought. He was soon joined by a young woman, one Elena Schiroli, dressed in a casual business suit and clinging a clipboard to her chest. She was much smaller than Nicolo, but was smaller than most people, and hence even though Nicolo was of average height and build, he seemed to tower over her. She was typical of someone from southwest Potenzan, with darker skin, and jet black hair, which was done in a bun behind her head.
"Any calls while I was up here?" Nicolo asked, turning towards Elena and raising one of his arched eyebrows.
"No, sir," Elena replied, "how far are we?"
"Not far," Nicolo replied, tossing the burnt cigarette over the edge of the ship, "Port Watu should be appearing soon. You've never even been outside the country, have you?"
Elelan blushed slightly, adjusting her black glasses, "Hm...no, sir."
"Well stay with us, and don't wander far. We have the rare privilege of being one of the few white people to get an inside glance of Watustan. Be thankful we're here on business and not vacation. And enjoy your first trip with Bulgari."