Mary had several things to say to that.  But she kept her own counsel.  She did roll her eyes when her turned his back, but followed him obediantely back to "his" boat.  She contented herself with dirty looks at the crowd as they walked.  Keeping guard on his back as she had promised... and looking like she was aching for somebody to start something.<br/><br/>Well, she was.<br/><br/>They got very little for the boat itself, the use of a pack mule to haul the stowed goods, such as they were.  A small sail, a couple hundred feet of usable cordage, no foor or water - her survival had been a near run thing - but a good set of light tools.  Those could be traded for better hammock spots,better rations, such small comforts as could be had aboard a ship at sea.<br/><br/>Mary noted how the crowd seemd to part for Arouj, the man certainly had an air about him.  His protection, she reflected, was worth something it seemed.