Up front, the journey is relatively uneventful. The captain is aware of the party's apparent status and experience, and they are asked to the captain's table on two occasions to tell some stories of their recent adventures.
Covering the weather generally over the whole time covered ... 9 days of waiting for the ship, 8 days of ship travel. The most important characteristic of the weather is that nearly every morning the temperature drops nearly to zero. There is frost on the ground, or on the guidelines aboard ship, when the sun rises - and still, no day truly produces a killing frost, not yet. This temperature in the mornings, described as "brisk" - what you would call 32 to 38 degrees - is as cold as it gets.
Before the ship is set to leave Memel, there is another violent storm, this time with a whole gale (worse than before), with winds approaching those of a hurricane ... but the harbor at Memel is well protected, and on the 29th the wind is gentle and promising. The captain seems unconcerned and his ship slips into the Baltic Sea on a brisk day. By afternoon the weather is actually pleasant, a fine autumn day upon the sea, and the party's spirits are lifted with the promise of returning to Germany.
The full journey into Lubeck is marred by a brief gale off the coast of Pomerania. The captain sees it coming from a long distance off, and tacks quickly towards the coast in order to avoid it ... the ship skirts the edge, blowing heavy for three long hours, as the party learns who has a taste for sea travel. Andrej in particular, being a half-orc (not a mariner species, but a desert people by birth), suffers most of all. Still, the ship makes its way towards the great bank called Isle Rugen, and thereafter the worst it does is drizzle. Still, it is a wet journey, with slush on the decks, rime on the ropes and glazed portals, and not what you would think of as an ocean cruise. When you're told that Lubeck will be the next day, and that the captain has managed not to lose any time on the journey, your hearts are grateful.
It is the 7th of October as the ship draws nearer the great bay upon which Lubeck sits, and the town is a welcome sight. It is an enormous city, with more than 5,000 buildings, sprawling along the sea, and up into the hills both to the left and right of the harbor. There are many magnificent palaces, and there are at least five hundred ships in the harbor, many of them in a state of repair. Lubeck is one of the greatest ports in the world ... and it takes some time for the captain to pick his way through the complex arrangement of private ships to find his particular dock.
As you see the destination, a large wooden platform on piers, with two big red warehouses poised behind, you gain quite a shock. On the dock is a carraige and a wagon, and two beautiful horses besides. Emmanuel sits upon the wagon; Serafina's face can be seen through a window of the carriage; and Eberhardt Hornung is holding the reins of the horses. Behind them are a dozen dwarves, lounging, smoking and waving from a pile of barrels, crates and piled fishnets.