Missolonghi (Port Town)

"Chill. You're acting like you're the boss of this entire expedition.", Sophia scolded Prochorus.

Sophia was expecting worse reaction so she made sure she will be ready for the backfire but instead Prochorus' words surprised her. She softened a bit and smiled : " What am I suppose to do-break into his room and drag him out by the hair? And we can't really leave without him either so yes, no point getting angry and demanding. He should come soon."

As she said this Sophia felt a bit annoyed at Stelios herself but she decided there is no point. She looked around for him impatiently.

Stelios had spent the entire night at the bar, not necessarily drinking the whole time but just to be alone and keep watch, burglars always used the back door after all. He was a little confused that the other three had just walked passed him as they headed down towards the docks. Perhaps they just didn't see him? Though considering he was the only one at the bar so early in the morning he felt it strange. He had one last quick drink and something to eat before stepping out of the inn.

Aithon was hitched to the post outside the door by a bit of rope Stelios had. He untied it and the pair made their way to the harbour where they found the other three waiting.

The crew of the ship was still bustling about, make the final preparations before embarking on their voyage. Spotting Stelios, the captain stepped forward.

"Yar just in time me good man," he addressed Stelios, "perfect timing I would say, I like punctuality, people who come early and just stand their giving weird looks is very strange and suspicious to me," he glanced at the other three, raising an eyebrow, "but we be ready to set sail and get rowing. It be a full days of sailing before we get to Ithica but we get ye there in good stead," the captain nodded at the group, gesturing for them to board.

"Yar for a big enough sack of coin I'd do just about anything," the captain chuckled, "speaking of which," he turned to Stelios, "we did have an accord."
"Yeh I know, don't worry," Stelios said as he handed the captain a handful of coins, "you get half now and half when we get to Ithica," he said before he too boarded the ship, Aithon following him.
"Cautious type ain't he," the captain mumbled to himself.

Iason clambered on board and watched the water around him like it was about to attack him.

'So, how long will it take to get there?' Iason asked the captain, eyeing the water around him.

'Ar, what is this time you speak of?' he asked, scratching his head.

'You know, numbers and the sun?' Iason told him. He always had a perfect sense of time.

'Numbers!' the captain exclaimed. 'You must be mad! We just keep going until we get there!'

'Then how do you chart your course?' Iason asked, feeling nervous.

'I don't!' The captain said happily.

Iason went to throw up over the side of the boat.