Patric was mostly unconscious, so he assumed it was his mother who had tucked him in. "Thanks, mum," he murmured quietly. He was eighteen, this was true, but he still loved his mother very much.
Milo slowed to a walk and noticed that the storm was drawing out to sea, and hoped fervently that Ella was alright. He didn't know how Ingo was going to get back to the ship, but it didn't really matter. Tying the bandanna around his head, Milo put his gold hoop earring in one pocket and tucked his daggers deep into his rucksack before he entered the small town, far, far away from the ocean. As he passed the city hall, he noticed a recruiting poster for the Royal Navy had been hung up near the galleys in the town square.