The man at the helm of the ship stood with his hands on his hips. Their bearing was clear enough and the wind so fair he didn't need to touch the giant wheel before him. He had a light load this trip, but that's how it went. The captains of the ships driving the Sleepless Sea took turns picking up a load at one of the docks, sailing toward the north gate of Haven. Sometimes they had a crowd, sometimes there were no passengers at all and they could lay parked in the harbor for days until one arrived.

This round La Bonita Carnivale carried a few passengers, most of them keeping to themselves. He didn't pry. If one chose to approach him he'd answer their questions to the best of his knowledge.

He'd been doing this a few years now, enough to know what facts were best discovered by the new residents on their own and which facts were better shared beforehand.