Muttering under his breath he slid down the mast from the rope, landing perfectly and not a hint of a thud on the wooden floor. Looking around, the crew was busy pulling into the port and setting up for the day. He walked over towards the captain, one hand always on the hilt of his dagger. It was a habit, for he had learned the hard way of being open and not cautious. As his captain caw him he came up to her, extending a hand out and curling his fingers somewhat.<br/><br/>She knew what he wanted and she shook her head. "Not for a few more weeks." She stated before turning her attention to someone else.<br/><br/>Drakkan stood there, his fingers lightly drumming on the hilt of his dagger. As he gazed at her back he pondered momentarily before turning around and walking off the boat. "Where do you think you're going?" The captain called.<br/><br/>Drakkan kept walking towards town, ignoring her question then shout of insults. He was done with the ship and the crew.