[ When the first person he sees is Drowned Rat, he knows she’s gone somewhere else. He’d thought while she was on the seas that she’d lose some of that acrobatic flair without so many buildings to leap across, but the years have taught him that she’s as flexible and sure footed as ever. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d leapt straight off the port side to one of the other docks on their slow approach in.

He’s partway through idly calculating the angle and distance while wondering if she’s skated off to Wylan’s when he feels a familiar presence. It’s a welcome weight between his shoulders, as though someone’s placed a palm directly there. He lets her have her fun, mouth slanted up in amusement as she sidles up, grin lighting up her face.

(His heart skips a quiet beat, happiness bubbling up enough to make that smile reach his eyes). ]

Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? Sailing all over and you came here of all places. [ No, he’s never going to be over how much that means. ]

After you, captain. [ Kaz gestures with his cane, falling somewhat in step with her as they head off. ] I heard your count was three this time.

[ Three slaver ships, all of whom learned a valuable and deadly lesson. ]