Felix had only been planning to stay for three days, in light of Blitzcrank’s public appearance. Both the ships and crew taking shape from the shadows bothered him. It set his mind off in a way that made it more difficult to think. While pressure did wonders upon the Soulstealer, the prospect of being visited by some kind of black angel of death really, really didn’t help.
Once again, Felix disliked himself. He had left Zaun and Piltover to travel to Bilgewater - without planning. He always planned excursions outside of Piltover and Zaun. He just didn’t know any other citystate as well and the one time he had forgotten to do so, he felt out of his depth with the development. He had attempted to note the number of crew, and memorize faces, but ultimately, a plan of action had eluded him.
Felix had also taken to only traveling at night, using his kit to quite literally stay out of sight of everyone and everything. He had already contacted others for help… The only person he’d received word from was Cheshire, and even then Cheshire had only agreed to helping if the danger of death became close to being reality. The Cat had said nothing about being maimed or other things, and Felix knew that meant that Cheshire would rather watch.
And it would be at night when he finally collected enough courage to attempt snooping around the dark-sailed ships themselves, a few hasty killings having refueled his kit to allow him to perhaps stay invisible for most of the night as he looked around and cautiously tried to gather what information he could.
The more the knew, the easier he could either leave, or confront whatever threat he was faced with. It was with those thoughts that he proceeded through the darkened streets and looked for a solution.