The docks

You make your way to the docks, where the group agreed to meet up.

One-Eyed Will and Nate, the injured crewman, each carry a box of provisions.

"We got vittles—enough to last us a week at least—and medicine, bandages, a compass and map of the area for navigation," Will tells Captain Blood.

"Aye, and the most important part, a few bottles of rum!" Nate chimes in.

Interesting priorities for a man whose shoulder has a bullet hole in it, you think. Captain Blood, wearing a new set of clothes, holds a small drawstring bag her in hand. Noticing your look, she bounces the bag in the palm of your hand so that you can hear the jingling sound of coins bouncing off each other.

"I took some of the coin from the chest," she says. "This should be enough proof that we have more waiting to give someone in exchange for a ship.

The group makes their way down the docks, keeping an eye out for a suitable ship. There are a few large two mast brigantines—like The Temptation—docked. At the end of the dock, a massive galleon towers over the water with its multiple decks and three masts.

"Those are real pirate ships alright. Their captains won't part ways with them even if we had enough gold," Blood says, shaking her head. "Besides, we have less than half the crew we came here with. We can't man a ship of those sizes anyway."

You continue your walk, passing by a few small fishing boats. Soon, you come to a halt.