Ehma walked up to the ignition crank. She pushed it hard but couldn't even budge it. Hugo, lended a hand and cranked it a few times before the Stoat sputtered to life. The inside was now reverberating more than before with the new turret on. The workshop doors rolled up and Bailey gave his farewell to the crew. John eased on the accelerator and they drove down the streets towards port.
At the port, Willy was leaning as per usual on a wooden pylon. Though this time had a more rugged look.
"We meet again." He greets. "Sorry if yer planning to head to Dog Town but some of the fuel got blown up from the attack a few days ago. She'll only be able to get to Port Loba if the weather holds up."
"That's fine," replied John. "We just need to get back to the mainland."
Once more, they drove the Stoat onto the ferry. This time, they were a little more uneasy. Suki stayed near Ehma to keep her company while the others planned the route for Keilah Londrus.
After three days of sailing, they arrived in Port Loba. There were a lot of Dog People working at the docks, unloading shipments and rigging vessels. The crew paid the old sailor and disembarked. Some of the dog folk were discussing the attack that had happened at Oz Town.
John pathed to a main road and drove until they reached a fuel station.
"Stock up while we can. It's gonna be non-stop to Keilah Londrus." said John.