The shipyard on Paquin was full of activity. Ships were being repaired while some were looking their best to attract passengers. Amongst the hustle and bustle wandered three weary travellers; two women and a man. The older of the women, Ren, scoured the ships with her bright green eyes, searching for one in particular. The man, Willem, held on tightly to the younger girl’s hand. She wasn’t much younger, him being 24-the same as Ren-and her 18. The girl was his half sister, Shyla. He promised their mother he’d look after her. He’d taken her out into the black three years ago. It was supposed to be just him and Ren, but his parents insisted he take her too so she could experience the ‘verse. “Any sign of it, Ren?” Willem called to his friend who had rushed ahead of them a bit. “Not yet.. But we will find it,” she replied, turning around to face them for a moment while still walking. “We’ve been looking for it for three years. Have you noticed that we’re back on Paquin?… where we started!” Willem was exhausted from their travels. He didn’t particularly want to leave in the first place, but Ren was determined to go - alone or not. Their reason for leaving everything behind was to dig up the past. Ren and Willem wanted to find their fathers. They had never seen them, since their mothers had met them while onboard the ship they were searching for. They left soon after. “Is that… Is that the ship!?” Ren hollered back to them. Before either could answer her she dashed off towards it. Standing in front of the boat were two young women. One was tall and tanned with her hands on her hips, pushing back her browncoat to reveal a pieces on either side. Her dark hair, which fell to below her shoulders, was tied up but her fringe was in her eyes a little. She was young but looked like she was in charge. Next to her was a shorter woman with much paler skin. She wore a short, soft grey dress which showed her slender legs. Her wavy, black hair was gently tousled and stretched almost halfway down her back. She looked startled when Ren appeared in front of them. “Is this a Firefly class?” She said, panting after running almost the length of the shipyard. “Sure is,” the taller smiled proudly. “You lookin’ to come aboard?” “Might be..” Ren had caught her breath. “You got room for three?” She nodded to Willem and Shyla who were walking over to them. “Long as you can pay your way, Serenity’ll take you.” Ren’s eyes lit up at the mention of the ship’s name, Serenity. She collected herself, not wanting to scare them. “Yes, we can pay.” She extended her hand. “I’m Ren Émile. This is Willem Addison and Shyla North.” The tall woman shook her hand. “Great. Name’s Hoban Washburne. I’m the Captain of this ship. This here’s Frankie. Best pilot in the skies.”