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You walk along the quayside, scouring every vessel that is tied up here. Most are firmly tethered to cast iron moorings and shrouded with oilskin tarpaulins. You find only one that appears to be in a ready state to depart. Its owner is fixing its mooring rope when you approach.
‘Hail, sir,’ says Quang. ‘Would you be prepared to take us across the estuary to Dwala?’
The boatman regards the Lieutenant with a look of incredulity.
‘Some say I’m a little bit mad. But I’m not that mad. What you propose it nothing less than suicidal!’
If you wish to offer to pay the boatman for his services, turn to 87.
If you decide that trying to persuade him to ferry you across the estuary is a waste of your precious time, turn to 261.