"A freighter?" Zavros paused, thinking about it - but the strange set of memories he'd inherited from...whoever any of these things were, seemed to have a notion of what needed doing. "Tell you what - you get me the lumber and cloth and nails for the job, I'll take a crack at making somethin' for you." He wondered if he could convince them to bring them to the village near home. It might draw attention, but he reckoned that it could at least serve as a decent first stop if no one wanted to stay permanently.<br/><br/>"Still, I'll go along with that." He turned towards Kisara. "I reckon we could weigh anchor near my home. 's not far from here, can let some folks off, and let these here sailors be on their way. Good people there, I'd vouch for 'em."