Faolan simply grunted again and breathed out hard through his nose at the question, slightly turning his head away as the ship's horn blasted for it's third and final time. [color=a36209]"Nothin' left for me here. Thought I might fair better in the states. Big, open spaces..."[/color] He let his fingers slide from the rail and leaned away as he felt the rumble of the engines and watched steam belch into the sky. [color=a36209]"I'm not much one for stickin' around places, anyway."[/color] This much was certainly true. Even if he was land-locked for a time, Faolan never stayed too close to the same city for more then a month. There were usually...extenuating circumstances. 

There was another pause in their conversation as the sea air whipped around their faces and shoulders, pulling Faolan's long hair in all different directions. [color=a36209]"Well, we better head below 'fore they come and make us."[/color]