Ray sighed, as the boat had still not set out. He decided to come back later, hoisted the anchor, and loosed the sail. He caught a nice breeze, and was quickly on his way. Ray walked about the dinghy, picking up random things. He tossed a barrel of rum into the water, after tying a rope around it. He watched, and smiled, as it was towed behind the boat, like a little wooden float. Ray sat back down, and held a map in front of him. He picked it up from some old sailor in a pub way back when, but had no idea where it led. "Well...there's no way to find a place unless your lost." Ray laid back, and studied the map. He hadn't noticed he was sailing towards, and behind, another ship.