You would think a port that at one time serviced this anti magic gun factory would have a dirth of ships that would be available to take me there. You'd be entirely wrong. It was either the potential for storms or the strange malady that afflicted the island we wanted to get to, none of the larger commercial ships Hanlon contacted were willing to go out there (almost had me worrying Hanlon was just some crazy old guy in a robe and the island was where some mythical treasure lay buried... No thats not what happened this time, note I said this time).
At least I got to spend some time in the beautiful port city of Boloyo, and I am entirely being sarcastic. While not as rundown and awful as others, it was an all business type place. Inn's had cramped quarters with barely there mattresses at rates that did not seem fair for what you got as a customer. Restaurants were mostly seafood undercooked and tossed at you by someone who could care less whether you liked it or not. All in all I would not recommend the service there for anyone, well I wouldn't who knows how Boloyo has gotten now that I'm in exile (did I mentioned I've been exiled from Ronerawth? Yeah long story I'm sure I'll end up telling it).
The old man did eventually find what looked like someones toy sailboat and a dumb kid willing to sail her out to the island. I want to say I was encouraged by the boys attitude, but honestly it just highlighted how screwed I was in taking this job. I had my stuff loaded into what amounted to the cabin of the ship (two small cots lined with a couple crates of preserved food, not much for accomodations compared to the first class of the train) and saw Hanlon waving at me from the dock as the ship pulled away. The boys name was Tim, but he told me his friends called him Tiller, seemed an odd name for a sailor to get, this coming from someone named Trezlan and everyone calls me by my made up last name.
Dread was the order of the day. Much like on the train, I dreaded where we were going, why I was going there, and the fact I had to have a kid named Tiller to take me out there. Visions of my last ship adventure came running through my mind. I hoped that this time hopefully there would be no spider creatures. Modest hopes indeed.
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