For once no bickering or Octavius doing his own thing. Instead they went with her plan. Which was definitely quite a bit faster than sneaking about. The group of pirates rushed down the street like madmen, not being sure if this was going to be their death or salvation. But the chance to be part of the Shotgun Preacher's grand return was too great to pass on for the time being. After all, even if things had changed quite a bit during his absence, and even though his unofficial title as a pirate lord didn't hold ground any more, he still used to be one of the most fearsome pirates around.

Ceres didn't have to do anything but run now, as the captain's rag-tag crew managed to finish off any that were still standing. Which was good, as she noticed that creating and moving such a large body of water was the limit of her capabilities at the moment. She was probably too tired to effectively use her water to attack again for at least half an hour or so.

And then suddenly a marine jumped out of an alley, attacking Octavius. But he wasn't alone. A second marine followed soon after him, though this one looked a bit weaker. And this one had noticed that she was the one that created the water. "Promotion, here I come!" He exclaimed as he fired two rounds at the woman. The first one was a dud, having gotten wet, but the second one went off. Ceres tried to dodge, but failed. Yet when the bullet had passed through her shoulder there was no wound to speak of. It had, of course, only hit water. "Don't fuck with me when I'm about to get a ship!" She yelled at the man, swinging wide and fast with her steel pipe. It hit the man with a metallic clang, probably fracturing his skull a little.

Soon they reached the harbour. And luckily, there were plenty of ships docked at the moment. Even several Caravels and some Carracks. Though Ceres had no idea about that name and thought the design looked kind of fat. So she ignored the Carracks and instead scanned for one that she thought would be the right size. "There!" She exclaimed, pointing to the far side of the docks that had several medium sized ships. One Carrack, a large Caravel, and a smaller one. This last one had three sails, and looked to be made for a crew of 20 to 25. It was even obvious that it was used as some kind of transport ship at the moment, as several sailors were loading barrels and crates onto the ship. A bit odd...but if they were illegal goods that would make sense. As you couldn't be too picky about your ship if you were a smuggler. "Looks like it can fit us all, and those people should be easy to get off the ship right?"