Alistair waved his hand as he walked toward the freighter. "They'll be here shortly." He stormed off and up the gangplank, and down to the bowels of the ship.<br/><br/>The next day, roughly 12 hours later, they arrived in Wick, having made a few stops along the way to offload some cargo. Alistair came topside, breathing in the sea air. The rest of his team was already waiting, as well as Faylyn. He ignored her as spoke, "Alright boys and girl, from here, we're getting cabs. Two of them. We'll be leaving our uh.. friend here once we dock." He glared at Faylyn as turned toward the ocean.<br/><br/>A few minutes later and Mike and Tanya were in one cab, with Nigel and Alistair in another.<span style="font-style: italic">I really hope we managed to ditch Faylyn, but I doubt it.</span>he thought, then turned his head toward Nigel. "I'm very certain that we're on to something here. I'll you know this: Faylyn is a werewolf. Now, seeing as how we just so happened to meet her in King's Lynn..." "Yeah! I see what ya saying mate. We gotta be heading in the right direction." Nigel finished. Alistair nodded, then took a nap.<br/><br/>Half an hour later, Alistair was shaken awake. "There already?" he asked. "Yes. It was only 30 minutes." Nigel said as he stepped out of the cab. Alistair followed him out. After paying both cabbies, he walked over to his teammates. "Now on to the ferry, I suppose." They made their way down to the dock and boarded the ferry, waiting for it to launch.