The port town was loud near the harbor, but Killian paid little attention to the noise as he hurried past and through the crowds of people, the papers that declared him a lieutenant of the royal navy clutched in his hand. He’d finally made it, and he couldn’t wait to share the news with Liam; after all, it had been with his brother’s help that he’d gotten as far as he did.
So he passed by shopkeepers and shoppers, dockworkers and fishermen and naval officers, looking for the sight that had greeted him day after day. That of his brother’s ship, the vast and mighty Jewel, but he couldn’t seem to find her, no matter how far he looked.
Killian was so distracted looking off in the distance that he failed to see what–or rather who–was right in front of him, and nearly ran right into them.