I made me way down and out of the inn in right quick fashion. After the journey in of me Captain and the strain that was apparant in his eyes and the concern in Mr. March's expression as well, twas all I needed to know that getting word to Captain Striker was of utmost importance.
And yet, as I made me way through the low life of the port, I did find me the chance to think on the young lady the captain had introduced as his future wife. A lovely choice she be, if her character equals her good looks, thought I.
I arrived at the Shipp and entered and found the other Captain at meal entertaining a lass of his own. I made me way over to his table, doffed me hat and bowed to him and his woman.
"Captain Sterling," says I," has made his way back into the port. Right well he is but worn from his trip. He begs ye to call upon him if ye be still willing at 7 bells the Forenoon watch."
