Octavius silently admitted that Ceres had a point when she observed that executing all of the guards would take too long. He supposed she was right, but didn't like the idea of the government cracking down on pirates. He supposed he point was emphasized by his trouble killing all four guards, and sighed, having to actually admit she was right once the woman had saved his life. So he retrieved his blade and they headed for the docks in earnest. But now the bayonet was tucked away in his bag, and the captain was toting his revolver. They were already detected, and marines were rushing about, likely preparing blockades to try and apprehend them. Such a fate was not going to befall the pair, the pirate was sure, but he wasn't going to take chances trying to do things quietly. Plus, he had ten shots in his pistol, a lot more than the one he got out of a knife. Even if it was a very large knife. He smiled at the thought of escape, and couldn't keep the grin off his face. Inspired by the desperation of their situation, he led the way up the nearest stairwell. He was still grinning, even as they rounded another corner into a whole squad of guards. They appeared to be preparing to descend into the prison levels to contain the emergency. Unfortunately for them, the emergency had already gotten up several flights of stairs. He didn't bother trying to kill these ones though, instead firing three shots wildly into the press of bodies, and then triggering the shotgun barrel of his handgun into the lock of a door just across the hall from the corner they had come around. Another shot into the crowd had the soldiers hesitant to follow as he disappeared into the side room, hoping his new friend stayed close behind.

He wasn't sure what the room was supposed to be used for, but it had a nice, person-sized window, and he took advantage of that, thinking quickly, and hoping for a bit of luck. A fifth pistol round blew out the glass, and Captain Cuttlam hoped that Ceres trusted him. He didn't have time to explain, and probably wouldn't be bothered to, either. He could hear a cart coming, and the horses pulling it were moving swiftly now, spurred on by the gunfire. He took three quick steps to cross the room, and hopped up on the sill. An instant later, he threw himself out the window, reaching back beforehand, trying to grab his companion and pull her along. He supposed it was her own fault if she wouldn't try the jump. As it was, Octavius made it just fine, landing heavily in a bit of a heap on top of the carriage. It wasn't what he had hoped for, as the landing was a good deal less pleasant than the hay cart he had imagined, but he wasn't going to complain, since he was now out of what passed for the prison. Clearly this place was running out of space, as he was sure he remembered security being tighter. That was okay with him, though, he was not one to complain about good fortune.

When his pursuers appeared in the window, he was ready, firing a shot into the opening, and driving them back before he could get picked off. The shot also spooked the horses, and the carriage took off. In a panic, his canine arm bit into the luggage-tie rail, anchoring the escapee firmly to his ride. The driver didn't seem inclined to argue, and that was a nice change. It was now just a matter of heading toward the docks. And if he wasn't mistaken, those were at the very end of the street they were barrelling down. "What a stroke of luck. Things are just going swimmingly today." He was still grinning to himself, proud of his piratical skills. They were almost home free...