[h2]Dirk Messir[/h2]
At last, Dirk's Divine Purpose led him to the ports. He'd been prepared to remain hidden for an extended period of time until he could make a break for one of the ships, but it seemed like every Marine who had been at the port was... unconscious. Or dead, but they didn't look very dead to him. Not the way he recalled dead people looking, anyway. Even so, there were still a few people around, so he kept himself out of sight whilst he strolled down the dock's length, looking around for... something, something...

And then he spied two of the people from before. The short guy with the red cloak, and the large human. Not the fish person, though. He wondered where that guy was. At the moment, it looked like the short guy was struggling. In pain. Dirk knew pain. And the guy and his other pirates had seemed like okay people before, and they didn't attack him once they'd learned he was an escaped slave... and they probably had a ship. He wasn't sure which one it was, but it was a ship he could use to escape anyway. So maybe he should go over and help, somehow. Remaining under the protection of his Divine Purpose, Dirk headed toward what seemed to be the red-cloaked guy's ship, apparently managing to get aboard it without been seen, before grabbing the guy's outstretched hand and pulling him upward.

'Do you need help?'