Syryn's plan to leave would have gone more smoothly if he had factored in the unavailability of ships headed to Coop Island.
"Coop Island?" The sailor grinned at Syryn. He seemed to be waiting for the mage to say more.
"Yes? Coop Island. That's where I'd like to go."
The sailor's smile wilted. "I was waiting for a punchline but it seems you're serious about going there."
"I am serious. Why would I-"
"Nobody here deals with the Coopers, son. You won't find a single boat heading anywhere close to that wretched island."
The old sailor went back to marking an inventory in a little notebook he had been looking at when Syryn had approached him.
Syryn asked two more captains but he was laughed at and ridiculed. The mage understood that this was going nowhere. He entered one of the drinking holes and paid a large sum of money to the barkeeper for information. The mage came away with a name, Idriz.
