When Joanna made it back to the beach, she climbed up onto one of the wings of the ship, once again betraying her almost feline agility with the ease in which she drew herself up. She discarded her cloak in the warmth, so that she wore only the pale leather armour that fitted closely to the contours of her body, before sitting cross legged and taking her purchases from her bag. Though the hardback book was just a simple, cheap piece of stationary, she enjoyed the way the light played across the glossy surface, so different to the drab, heavy, leather-bound tomes that she had expected to see in the shop. Gazing out across the beach, she picked out who she could see of the group. At that point, Sophia and Seras were the only two close enough to see their faces. The former was talking to a man that Joanna was sure she had seen in passing amongst the group, but could not place his name, while Seras spoke to a figure in armour almost as outlandish as the colourful man who had spoken to Faro in the galley. It was a far more fearsome looking creature however, and Joanna wondered if it was entirely safe to be around it. Then again, if it was speaking to Seras it was likely as safe as anyone else in the group. Not that that necessarily said much to the skittish girl. Nonetheless, the whole scene made for an interesting start. Opening her journal, she thought for a time, then began to write.