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Message: <blockquote data-quote="reddist" data-source="post: 2280125" data-attributes="member: 5212">Porter nods at Bran <<<he is charmed, after all>>>. "Yeah, that makes sense I guess.  I mean, you were going to be on the Righteous Might anyways, right?  You could sneak around and find out what old Iggy is really looking for!""Mango and Kolchak should be right behind me." Porter jerks his bound hands back down the tunnel, indicating where Kolchak and Mango will be coming from.  He seems to expect them in just a few moments. "If they're not supposed to send the Righteous Might up in flames, they'd better know about it now!  Mango has a bunch of flame-pots ready to go.  Think he should just set fire to the docks, and give the dock watch something to do so you guys can slip aboard?"   Then Porter points down the tunnel, where Ven and Marisa disappeared. "Milton is already ahead, setting pots on Bingham's Belle. That should get the watch good and busy for ya."Ven, and Marisa: [sblock] If you follow the drainage pipe for another 100 yards it spills out into the bay, the narrow rivulet dropping about three feet to dribble into the dark water.  The pipe opens under the docks, where sturdy wooden posts covered in tar sprout up out of the water and torch light filters through the thick planks that make up the docks and wharf.  The fishy scent of dirty salt water assaults your nostrils, and you can see bits of broken planks, barrels, discarded rope, and fish parts floating on the filmy surface of the dank bay water. Shadows loom and bounce as torches flicker and the Watch moves back and forth on the docks.  Large sailing ships are on either side of you, swollen and heavy in their berths.  To the left you see the familiar masthead of the Sea's Righteous Might, and to the left, you can pick out Lord Bingham's Belle painted on the side of the ship.  Listening intently, you can hear the muffled complaints of exhausted dock hands and the clomping bootsteps of the Watch from above, the gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the wharf, and... just barely... some splashing coming from the right.  Peering out towards Bingham's Belle you spot a few dark shapes, moving about in the water near the sides of the ship.  One of the figures reaches up out of the water and actually clings to the side of the Belle, scaling up a few feet out of the murky bay. [/sblock]</blockquote>

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