It took us twice as long as before to reach Etaripe Cove than we normally would have if we still had the caravel.
Still, the most important thing was that we made it.
Emilia manoeuvred the boat towards an empty spot on the pier and Odeta tossed a rope to pull us in, securing the skiff to the pier.
Just as I stood up to prepare to disembark, a group of three men each with rather tanned skin appeared on the pier to look down at us.
The one wearing a red overcoat smirked at us, "Hey there, ladies. I see you're using our pier. It's fifty Decrea per person so that will be a hundred and fifty Decreas please."
I know this was obviously an extortion so I looked at Emilia to see what she would do, sure enough, the Nekomata was scowling up at the men.
