Katara had met Connor in the lobby, having already risen a few hours earlier to make certain she had everything she needed. Not that she needed much, really. Her waterbending robes were waterproof, her gloves and jacket (which were stored in a sack over her shoulder) would keep her warm enough no matter how cold the weather became, and she'd made certain to pack a bag of food. Enough to feed those of them that needed feeding, although they were going to have to be careful not to eat too much. Not until she knew how long they'd be gone, at least.
Heading over to the beach with Connor, the young woman turned her attention toward the slowly rising sun and felt her lips quirk upward into a half-smile. It felt nice, having the warmth back after the city had been plunged into darkness for so long. It was also a constant reminder that they had done something right, even if that seemed to be the only thing at the moment.
Katara pulled herself out of her thoughts and glanced toward the Dutchman. It reminded her a lot more of the ships back home than any of the new, modern type vessels in this world. Spotting Jack, then Will ahead of him along with whom she assumed must be Tia Dalma, she motioned for Connor to follow and led the way toward the ship.
"Now, we owe a lot to these people," she warned Connor as they drew nearer to the vessel, "so try to keep that in mind, no matter what okay?" Then she was close enough to flash Will one of her typical, sweet sort of smiles.
"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" she asked simply. Not that she expected the answer to be no, but it was just the proper way to do things. Or at least was back home. She could only assume as much here.