Viktre joked around with Ayyen as they headed to the bank that he had the address from his telegraph.  It was in Russian of course, but the men were obviously in good moods and great friends.  They arrived at the bank about an hour before they would close, luckily.  Inside, Viktre spoke to the clerk and showed the telegraph with the information that had been set up for them before they had even left Russia.  Money had been transferred while they traveled over the ocean on their way there. 

Now though it would be with their signatures and the fleet would be more official.  Viktre signed down his name and waited for Ayyen to do the same.  He looked at the clerk as his friend was doing his part of the paperwork.  "Where is good place to look for rental?"  He asked the clerk.

The clerk replied.  "There is a realtor across the street, but they are closed for the day by now."

Viktre looked at Ayyen speaking in Russian.  "Once we do the ledger tonight and sort out the wages for the men, tomorrow morning I can do the supply shopping and ordering the things we need.  Food for the few days we will be on board, and the things we will need before we go back out?  You pay the crews and release them tomorrow likely mid-morning?  I can come back take the evening shift on Ocean so Moody can get his personal time too."  He suggested figuring.  "You and I can go the next day while they are doing the mendings while we look for an office and some apartments."