"Yeah."  Jasper nodded.  "I think we're good."  He chewed on his cheek.  "I have a friend who said she'd take some of the soldiers, as many as she could to a bar on the other side of town and get them drunk.  Most should've gone, because this is such an outside area the navy doesn't keep a lot of strict tabs, but there might very well be those oddballs who don't want a drink, or act when their guts tell them something's fishy."  He thumbed back the way they came.  "Plus we left one marine conscious and intact back there.  Hopefully he'll stay still and not raise the alarm, but you never know with those types.  It's the guys who are desperate and scared you gotta watch out for."  He paused.  "Either way, let's get going.  The sooner we start the sooner we'll finish."

Letting shade have her pride he didn't offer to carry her again.  He started walking, and before long they made it to the harbor.  Which seemed clear.

"Which way is it?"  He mumbled, trying to remember what Miria had told him.  "Damn it."  He winced.  His head was pounded from the earlier drinks and it made remembering a bit difficult.  "Hold on."  For a moment his body flickered and his face looked odd, shifted.  He took in some quick sniffs and turned to his left.  "Okay.  It's this one, over here, come on."  Without looking back he headed towards the end of the harder where a single lowely ship rested.

"Ahh.  Here we go."  He pointed at the ladder to get on board.  "Get on.  I'll untie the rope and cast us off."