So there Sketch was, a master storyteller and summoner of Malefic horrors, visions of terror and occasional rock eating dwarfs, following a fox down a dock. Sketch had to wonder if this was normal for Nevin, getting orders to follow strange animals on wooden piers. The young man must get around.

Sketch had come to the port at the urging of Nevin as they were in the process of acquiring and learning how to fight with weapons. The last time Sketch had seen the Alchemist, they'd experimented with a new sleep drug to help Sketch end his nightmares, and find the metal to make their weapons. Nevin had always been a good friend to Sketch, and he would trust the young man in anything he said he could do, yet Sketch couldn't help but find it strange that the pair were given specific instructions to follow the animal to the ship.

Sketch shrugged the feeling off, he guessed that he wasn't in a position to judge what was normal, he summoned monsters and living nightmares on a regular basis. The whole point of learning how to use a weapon was to relie less on the Grym to help defend himself as he delved into the mysteries surrounding the Living monsters.

As the trio were led towards the ship, Sketch felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of being around real pirates, like the ones from the stories. The romantic notions of swashbuckling and witty retorts crept to his mind bringing a grin to his face.
The ship was gorgeous, not that Sketch had much experience with them.

Nevin and Sketch walked right up to the ship, and suddenly the Fox stopped before going up the ramp leading to the boat. The fox took one last look at the pair, and sat down and yawned, Sketch had to admit that was cute.