In time Amber retired to a small room below deck. Hex stayed up top, the night was still fairly young, and he needed to think. He hadn't had time to do that since he and Amber had broken up Beck's kidnapping. He could see his breath in the air, a welcome change from the flames that consumed the town that was still visible on the distant coast. It had been a long day, much more than he remembered any of the recent ones. How did things become this problematic? This morning he'd been a simple beggar, now he was on some voyage to run from the mutant horde. He noticed the vampire, Darius, standing on board as well. Perhaps he had some idea of what those creatures had wanted in a place like Dead Town. Hex toyed with the idea of speaking to him, but ultimately didn't see much point. If Darius knew anything he was unlikely to share it with anyone just yet. He considered where the other vagrants, the ones he'd met at the pub, would be, and more interestingly what they were doing, there was almost and infinity of possibilities. He was interested but doubted he'd find anything useful from them at this point. He sighed and leaned against the cabin of the ship staring into the stars. It seemed he was destined to combat, it had sought him out at every point in his life after all. Yet somehow this felt bigger than the past wars. It almost felt like if he lost like he usually did in things beyond personal battles the consequences wouldn't be a simple wanted poster, things would be far more dangerous at this point. He didn't like being in this position, it meant there'd be no going back to living the low profile way until things were all sorted out.