When asked a rail-thin sailor with a thick scar above his left eye points down the dock.
"Tha Eel is docked jus' pas' tha Maid, nex' ta tha Fearless."
Though his directions aren't particularly helpful the group have little trouble finding Sekmun's ship. The dock next to the ship has a number of sailors and dockhands clearing away the remains of several shattered crates. That mess and the frayed and dangling rope rigged to unload cargo stand testament to the cause of the morning's chaos.
Sekmun himself sits in the sun eyes narrowed to slits as he surveys the clean-up and continued unloading of his cargo. A human officer, presumably of the Eel, continually manages to get in the way and slow the workers down as he barks his orders.
As the group approaches Sekmun the lizardfolk stretches his arms wide in welcome and speaks.
"Ah! Welcome to these rickety streets of barely controlled chaos!"
[sblock=OOC]I'll be traveling again this weekend, Friday through Sunday, and won't have internet access to post. Afterwards my schedule clears up a little bit and I'll be able to be a little more consistent.[/sblock]