The crew stays on the boat, staring at the deserted town.  But then a voice from down below starts barking.  "Go on, get moving!"  A yellow grippli stomps up on deck.  "The sooner we deliver everything the..."  She then notices the deserted town and falls silent.  For a moment.  "Well?" she barks.  "Get to work!  We've got a delivery to make!"<br/><br/>After a moment, the captain finally notices the party on the dock.  She's quiet long enough to hear the explanation from Lang.  She frowns.  "That's not good," she says.  "I'm guessing you'll all be wanting a lift, then?"  She stares for a moment at Lang and Taizee, clearly not happy.  "...well, I'm short of crew and supplies, so anyone who wants to come aboard is going to have to pull some weight and contribute five gold apiece to the food fund.  Preferably with HONEST WAGES!"  She directs this at a few hands who have stopped close to Lili'fey.  The hands jump and quickly get back to moving boxes, studiously trying act like they don't see the little fox.<br/><br/>"Perhaps we should drop the idea of robbing the bank," Annorus tells Lili'fey.  Then a sudden feeling of tenderness comes over Lili'fey's breasts.  It only lasts for a moment and isn't too bad, but the feeling of shirt dragging across nipples cannot be ignored.<br/><br/>Inside Phionna's belly, the sailor wiggles around a bit as he stretches and wakes up.  He moves his head around, then he freezes.  He doesn't seem to know where he is and he doesn't seem to like that.  It takes a few moments for Phionna's question to get a response, a mild "...what happened?"