At Margaret’s words, Ivor was broken from his thoughts, looking around. Sure enough, the black mass sailed quietly behind them, seemingly unaware of their presence. It was definitely a ship, but one sailing about in the blackness like this was a bit unusual, especially without any lights. It was trying to hide...but why? It certainly wouldn’t be able to dock without running into trouble with the ruckus that Ivorio and Margaret had started up.

Moving the little rowboat aside, he tried to guess where the edge of the ship was, before tossing out a hook, which latched onto the back edge of the boat with a thump. Ivor held his breath, waiting for the possibility of someone noticing, but there was only silence. Eventually, the rope connecting the hook and Ivor’s body became taught, and the rowboat began to be dragged along by the other vessel. Ivor lowered himself, bracing between the boats seats so that he could properly anchor the vessel as it was dragged along.

Ivor motioned for Margaret to keep silent as they went along, being dragged by the larger boat. It seemed to be ignoring the patrolled shores, instead heading directly to a cliff side. Ivor couldn’t get a look due to both the ship in the way and the darkness, but as the ship got closer, he began to get worried. However, the boat didn’t collide with any rock: rather, it went through one of the arches in the stone, going underneath the rocky island. It wasn’t dark for much longer, when the ship lit some lanterns to guide their way in the caverns. The rocky tunnels had a number of alternate paths, which could no doubt lead to dead ends, or inescapable wave pools, so Ivor prayed that they wouldn’t be noticed until they were in a safe place. Turning to Margaret, he asked quietly, "Any ideas as to what's down here?"