Precious Cargo

As darkness fell and the last rays of sunlight turned from gold to red, bathing the water in an eerie, bloodlike hue, a small rowboat slid silently across the bay. Most of the workers had gone home for the day, leaving a few sailors who were to drunk to wander into town for lodgings had taken up residence in the corners or on piles of rope on the docks. That suited the man in the small rowboat just fine.
His chest rippled under the vest he wore as he skillfully manuvered the boat into the docks with the relative ease of one well practiced in his profession. He chuckled at this thought, his profession, once an honorable sailor, now little more than a pirate. His long black hair whipped about his face as the wind blew across the bay, dancing amongst the ships anchored here and there. Small waves broke against thier hulls, and their masts creaked and groaned as the wind slid about the sails, now drawn shut as the ships slumbered.
With one last powerful stroke the boat slid into the dock. The man stood, brushing his hair back beneath the red bandana he wore. Grabbing a rope, he tied off at the dock, hidden beneath the imposing girth of a large 3 rigged behemoth of a ship. He hopped swiftly onto the dock, bracing himself momentarilly as he stood upon something solid for the first time in months instead of the rolling and pitching of a ships deck.
He dusted the knees of his pants, once black but long since faded by long days in sun and sea water. then he strapped a cutless and two small knives to his belt. He wasn't looking for trouble, but in his line of work one had to be prepared, for trouble often found him. Several small daggers rested in the folds of his vest, as well as a small pouch. This he patted softly, yes hopefully these "trinkets" would fetch him a pretty penny in town. He needed supplies badly, and a nights rest and some real food in his gullet had been well deserved.
He turned and headed for town, smelling the saltiness of the sea air being left behind. This town was a far piece up river, so the smell was barely there. Already he longed for the sea again, but he had a mission to complete. Again he patted the pouch, knowing what he needed to do in the morning. For now, to the tavern, warm food and a soft bed (at least soft by his standards) were the only order of business tonight. Onward to town he pressed, noting the gaurd positions along the way as he went...

Siting there looking out toward the water. Logan watches as every looks like there leveing. See a small boat some in. thinking to him self that not coman but not to stange eaither. watchng it dock and see the man came off the boat.

Logans long black hair and breid covered most of his face. he was sitning so you could see his muscal tone. he nods as the man walk by. just minding his onw buiness but looking over think while Dravin was out with the new healer.

Sitting behind a barrel on the edge of the dock. Lia hears the water swirl as if there was a boat coming in. "Thats odd" she said to herself. "Yeah, not too many ships coming in these days. Not too many of them leaving either. Wonder who this stranger could be. And what he is doing here." Said a voice that seemed to come from the elfs boot. "I agree with you sans. I should probably follow him to make sure he is not up to no good. If so I would hate it if he purse were to come up a little short changed." Lia said. Still peaking around the barrel where she was certain that no one could see her from. For she was at the edge of the dock facing the water. Lia watched the stranger walk towards town, then slowly started to get up and wander that way also.....