Climbing into the boat, the the stranger helped drive the boat into the water. Tension was thick between the three, even with the dock master and guards out of their hair. Cassandra didn't trust anyone but her sister, but with the need to protect her, she didn't always tell her everything. Her sister was growing up, and it had become harder for her to hide things from her. They had been tied to the hip for so long, that maybe her body language was beginning to fail her.<br/><br/>The stranger eyed them carefully. He was awfully nice, but could they really trust him? They just wanted a chance to live a better life, but even the price for the small boat had cost more than they had previously thought.<br/><br/>Charlotte watched the stranger with both caution and interest. She studied him and his movements as he helped them sail around the quay. His large hands looked strong and calloused and had dirt and soot clinging to them. He was a hard person to place with any of the wealthy families in town. They knew all the wealthy families to hit for gold when they needed some, and he wasn't a part of them.<br/><br/>"We appreciate you helping us back there," Cassandra started, "but it is none of your business what we are doing."<br/><br/>Charlotte gave her sister an icy stare, "What she means is," She interrupted, "Is that we want no trouble, we just want to be on our way." She paused a moment and brushed some loose strands of hair from her face. Her green eyes looked in his directly as if to put more force in her words, "But why did you help us back there? We don't even know you."