[color=8dc73f][h3]Mission: Blackmarsh[/h3][/color]

Bergoda pulled the map back out of her pants and looked over it again. "Loooooks like we'd want a southeasterly if we wanted to make good time." She said, then whispered conspiratorially, "Don't go whole hog now. Place is a maze. Too fast and we're like to run aground."

A voice than cut through their conversation. A a pair of men walking up the dock, explaining that they had reason to get away quick. Well, how lucky for them that they just had so happened to come across this boat out here. How bloody fortuitous. Bergoda walked back to the railing, leaned against it, and studied them with her alligators eyes. "This ain't no pleasure cruise. You might just have a better chance with whatever's waiting on this shore." Then she smiled a crooked smile. "Cap'n!" She called up to the old fisherman. "What do ya say to two more? I'm all for extended a charitable hand and all, but it ain't my place to say."