Justin peers through the darkness at the Ships running lights. Glancing about the motley group he considers for a moment, before quietly asking. Wouldst any of Thee know about Ships, such as how to handle them size of crew needed to man an such. For it strikes me that if Eta permit we may be able to secure yon vessel which wouldst allow us anst any other unfortunate held aship to make our way far quicker back to Tou via the river than we wouldst cross country.
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  Dime   keeps  rowing as he  talks  in a low  voice,..first ..keep your voice down..its night and we are on the water... it will sound like you are right next to them...... second?... we don't have  enough people to even board a ship like that, much less try to  run it.... and 3rd?... we don't know who they are... could be slavers..aye. but could ber merchants.. or a  Ironmound river navy  ship......

In reply to River (msg # 750):

Aye; Dime is correct. to consider such would be to imperil the folks here unnecessarily. Best to get as far along shore as we can then when we be out of the marsh to land and cross country. Myranda quietly mentions
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Giving a shrug Then we shouldst hug the shoreline anst head out of the area ast quickly as possible Justin QUIETLY informs. Making their way away from the threats. After the children ate what they could he suggested they try and sleep.

  the  ship glided  through the  night..Dime's rowing was a bit splashy.. and the others  would  look at him in chastisement .

 Shouts  from behind them could be heard in spurts..

 "....ship......gone.."

 " Bastard!....find...."

Things sound a bit of a pickle back there. That Red may take it into their head to sort out the gang leader for failing to meet their quota

  As the Row, Dime   looks back towards the spot they left.. the Glow of the camefire  , losing its  light as the  Fog drops further , and   the  thickets  shield the area  from sight.

  The  large  ship looms  to the Northern side of the River. Even at this distance, the three   masts disappear into the  fog, sails  furled..drifting across the water is the sound of some pipes, as  sailors, who are off watch, pass thier time.

Myranda steered the longboat north east up the river, hugging the bank so she could put to shore quickly if needed. Trusting the rowers who could see behind to alert her if anything was following them. She glanced at the rescued assessing if they would appreciate more food. How do you feel, was there enough food for you all. she quietly asked the closest

 The women looked  at Myra  and smiled,..this is  the most food we had in  a tenday.... I am making sure the  little ones  don't eat too much... too fast.

 one little girl, hair, mostly in her eyes  held some bread in both  hands  as she  chewed. Crumbs on her  chin and  rags. Looked up at Myra, unsure whether to be afraid of  these people or not.

 others  huddled  together.. nibbling and drinking.

In reply to River (msg # 757):
Myranda smiled appreciativley. That's pleasing to hear, hopefully we'll soon be out of immediate threat and be able to start across country. We'll head to the protection of the Black Timber
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Rowing for hours the longboat put many miles between themselves and the Slavers they were obliged to leave behind. Justin would have preferred to deal with them there and then however Eta had placed these innocents in his care. It was necessary to ensure they reach the Safety of the Black Timber as Myranda suggested.
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  Dime  was tiring ,..so  what are  we gonna do...  the   image of the  Ship was getting covered  by the   thick mist.... loud groaning  Calls of  large serpents echoed over the water...as they called for mates.

 .. do we go up the Tou?>. do we   put in at the patch houses?...

Let us stop at the patch of houses, to drop of all would live there. Not to collect our fee, but it will be the easiest. And if someone is without a home and family now, he or she perhaps could find a place to live there too, gives Kr'wyn his 5 pence of thoughts.

The longboat was miles away from the Ship allowing everyone to talk relatively freely. Well now folks we can stay aboard making our way along the Storm back to the patch houses, resting as we go, only putting to shore when needed. Or We land and walk to there. The decision is yours to make.
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Justin came to a decision he was sure would provide the Women and children a better chance of survival. Thee Four shallst continue on with yon people I will create a diversion anst leadeth any pursuit a merry chase in a different direction.'

  ..I dunno 'bout you folks? But  I'm thinkin' we get these people to the PAtch houses.. an' go from there?

"It does seem to be the consensus.  As much as I hate to waste such an opportunity, I fear our immediate priority is to get these people back to safety."

Justin nods pleased that four have reached a consensus. If Thee please Mistress Myranda steer the longboat to the bank anst One will disembark, Master Ereg wouldst Thee take my post anst assist rowing ast it doth permiteth One to undertake the task of diverting any pursuit.
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"How much I do agree with you that any diversion will help us to reach our destination, but I hate to see you go with the uncertainty to see you back ever again. Be carefull and don't take any unneccesary risks. It will ne a lot harder to free you from these slavers than it was to save these people here." gives Kr'wyn his farewell.

Krwyn speaks rightly, you should not do this alone. I shall accompany you, together we have a better chance of success. Steering the boat to the shore Myranda motions for one of the women indicating she take her place steering the vessel.

  this  indeed , folly. While  we may  get these folk to the patch houses...it will be   a hard task to  reach any place you might  consider  safe... just the two of you?


 The  women look at the others. The kinds  continue to nibble of the food that is left.

 Ereg says,..the  choice is  your, indeed, but  i must agree with  that fellow there... points to Dime,..Even the Luck of the Sisters  , themselves, may not be enough to aid you in this...

Justin looks from Ereg to Demitrios then shrugs. Thankest Thee Mistress Myranda Thy offer is greatly appreciated but no longer necessary. Nore is Master Ereg's requirement to take over the rowing of this oar. Justin declars as he focuses on continuing to row.

  after having to stop a couple times  for kids  and others to take care of nature's needs. The  little   boat  finds  the   2nd night. much like the first... thick mist and fog.. the cool  air  wanting to seep into your bones..

 we're makign good  time.. the Ship that just passed this after  noon was a merchant.. chanes are good  they will be aske dit they saw  and small ships on the River.

  The  boat  had fast the  mouth of the Tou... by Midday they should reach Oatch Houses that Ereg came from.

 They had  skirted  the shore as best the  could, to keep the trees and shallow water to thier starboard  side.

Myranda is delighted by the place of the longboat. Each day she produced sufficient food and refreshments to fortify and restore the party's health and condition. Recalling the path they took previously she steered the longboat to the bank close to the Patch houses. Here we are Master Ereg, I suspect you're anxious to see Lil.