While Wilson was finishing his meal, Liam got up and went over to the barkeep.  "Can ya tell me if there are any rooms available for a few nights and who I would need to talk to about renting one?"  He smiled as charmingly as he could.  He knew that the more dashing he seemed the better the rate seemed to turn out.  Scratching her head, the barkeep replied,"I can help you out.  There are a few rooms available.  If you want one with a bath it is extra.  Morning and evening meals are included in the stay but midday is not."

"I definitely want one with a bath,"  He replied with a grin and set to haggling over the price.  It wasn't long before they were both content with the deal and he was given a key with directions.  "It is up the stairs in the back and the fourth door on the left.  Just let one of the girls know when you want that bath."  Thanking her, Liam walked back over where Wilson was just now finishing his third bowl of stew.  

As he sat back down, he glanced over to where the girl was sitting and saw that she was gone.  For some reason she intrigued him.  Maybe it was the fact that she seemed like she didn't are what anyone thought about how she looked.  Coming into a place dripping wet was not the norm in any of the places Liam had been to before and she made it look as if it were.  "Why did you keep staring at that wench, Captain?  I know we have been aloft for a while but if you are lonely I am sure that there are places we can go where at least the girls are dry." Wilson joked and laughed aloud.  Rolling his eyes, Liam retorted,"It is not that way and even if it was I know for damn sure that you have been with stranger and more bizarre girls ya nosy bastard so don't worry about me.  Besides, I am not looking for a wench and you damn well know why after how I was done last time.  If I get lonely, Rosie will do me just fine."  He wiggled his hand at Wilson who almost fell out of his chair from laughing so hard.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw something shining in the doorway. "I'll be back," he stated as he got up abruptly and walked over to the door.  He bent down and picked up the item.  It was a necklace; in fact it was the necklace that the girl had been messing with when he first came inside.

Waving at one of the waitresses he asked,"The girl that was in here earlier, the soaking wet one, where could I find her?  Is she a local do you know?  She seems to have dropped this."  She shook her head at him that she did not know but before he got discouraged a lady called out, "You might try the docks or the beach.  She tends to hang around there."  "Thanks, Ma'am." he yelled and called out, ""Wilson I will see ya later.  I've got a room here if you need to find me."  He took off out the door and headed towards the docks.  He did not know why it seemed so important to return the necklace to the girl, but something made him almost run in his urgency to get it back to her.  

He scanned the crowds at the docks but did not see her anywhere.  Upon asking a few of the men standing around, he found she had headed off towards the beach. "She is a fine looking lass to be sure but cold as the sea in winter.  Didn't even stop to talk with me and my boys here.  Just put her nose in the air and kept going.  Good luck to ya lad." one of the older sailors said and Liam nodded his head.  He knew that these men hit on anything that breathed so he didn't put too much credence in what they had said.  He stopped to pull up his boots and slowly walked down the beach, looking up and down but not seeing her anywhere.  The only thing he saw that was unusual was an old wreck.  Making his way to it he said aloud, "Now where did she go?"  [i]If she is anywhere other than inside this thing then I am damned for a fool.  [/i]