Gillion sits aboard the docked ship with his hands on his hips and a heroic grin plastered onto his face. Even though the sun is shining into his eyes he still lets himself stare proudly into the thinly populated dock.

The few houses lining the streets leading off come in many shapes and sizes but all similarly medieval. Just as Chip and Jay begin trying to call Gillion over to help hoist the sails and draw in the anchor a figure slips into the boat, just obvious enough for Gillion to see.