A gentle swell rocked the small rowing boat as it steadily approached the docks. The rowing boat had come from a small sloop anchored in port, from this distance the sloops elegant lines spoke of it's speed and power. Cris spat overboard at the thought, there were no guns behind the gunports and the hull had seen hard service before he acquired it, it likely wouldn't last two years without refitting.
"Alright lads, Jenkins your dealing with the harbour master then you're free. Will, you go find rooms at the usual then you're free." he said passing a few coins over to Jenkins, a big brute of a man pulling on the oars with all the strength of an ox. Jenkins cursed as he fumbled the oar to grab the coins and the boat spun tightly as Will continued rowing, with a grunt Jenkins resumed rowing and with great heaves drew the boat back on course.
The boat gently bumped into the wharf and Cris hopped onto solid~ish land for the first time in at least a week.
"Don't cause no trouble, I'll catch up with you tonight" he said with a lopsided grin and then he was off making his way into Tortuga, it was said here you could sell anything and with a hold full of tobacco Cris most fervently hoped that to be true.