"Excuse me Captain, but where are we going?" Reaver turned and looked up from the wheel of the ship. "My enemies will be looking for me, we need to lay low for a time. I was thinking of hiding out at say Bower Lake? How does that sound?" Connie looked up, amazed. "YOU want to go to Bower Lake?" "Why of course my dear lady." Connie twisted a piece of auburn hair around her fingers. "But, Bower Lake doesn't have a port my dear Reaver." Reaver looked over at her again. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired I suppose." Connie replied embarrassed. "Reaver? Can I ask you something?" He nodded from beyond the wheel.