"Do I have a ship?" Abigail might, but she might not. It was all just a matter on how the die landed, and if there was anyone around who'd be happy with parting with their ship for less than what it was probably worth. "There's a good chance I do." Her hand reached out and grabbed the young man by the shoulder as they crossed into the closest thing that would come to neutral territory. "But it won't be that way." She pointed a thumb to her left. "It'll be this way. So let's go this way." She turned and started moving. "Come on, and don't fall behind because I'm not going to carry you. Mmmm. There's a good chance you won't be left behind, but the best your going to get is dragged along, and there's a lot of rocks, and fine sand around here."
Abigail led them through some winding streets until they came upon an old beat up tavern. "I think this is the place." She stopped and looked hard at the sign above the door "The Escape" for a few seconds before nodding. "I'm pretty sure this is it, nearly close to being almost positive." Without waiting for a reply she hurried in, assuming her new friend would follow close behind.
"Evening." An old man behind the bar said, nodding at his newest guests. He was alone but for a sparse sprinkling of salty dogs, most crowded towards the back. "How's it going? What can I do for you two tonight?" Abigail nodded and took a seat a the bar. "Let's start with a drink, and...." She slapped the counter for a few seconds as if it was a bongo drum. "Do you have rooms for the night?"