Miles picked through an abandoned shipyard. The soft rocking of the rusty boats in the water were oddly calming to him. He stood on the bow of the ship he was currently searching through and looked out on the wastelands. He saw no movement. So he went back to the cabin to see if he could find anything of value. The Outcasts liked for him to bring them rare things more than weapons. Miles thought that odd. He felt nothing was more important than a good weapon and a lot of caps in your pocket. After thoroughly searching the cabin and only finding a little bit of scrap metal, he walked off the boat and onto the dock to continue searching the remaining boats.