The boy tugging at her hand had not helped their speed at all.  She clutched at the bag slung over her shoulder.  She'd been halfway to the ferry for a day of foraging across the river when the scamp had all but run into her and dragged her along saying there was trouble at the ferry.<br/><br/>Once they were within sight, she could see the commotion around the ferry, a small mass of people to one side of the landing.  It was always someone or another...what was it now?  A sprained ankle, a busted lip?  Did the passengers never listen to instructions any more?<br/><br/>She sighed slightly before walking into the crowd, nudging her way toward the source of the buzz.  Looking over at the captain of the ferry she smiled, before kneeling next to the man.  "Good morning, Darwin... What happened here?"