Joseph pushed himself back against the wall of one of the warehouses along the shoreline. “Everyone else is trying to get out of this town.”Kara pulled the hood of her cloak further down over her head. The rain was pounding down relentlessly from the night sky, tossed in fierce waves by the blowing wind. She was already drenched. To be fair, though, she had spent the last few days perpetually drenched in rain and sea water. Right about now a fire would be nice. On the boardwalk by the nearby docks a man started bellowing loudly. Two men armed with glaives rushed down the gangplanks, blowing whistles over the roar of the crowd and falling rain. A loud splash came from the harbor as a man threw himself in the water, swimming wildly to reach one of the anchored ships in the bay.There were people everywhere. Young, old, men and women. Some were armed. Most had bags and packs. Two men by the causeway carried a large steamer trunk between them. Somewhere a donkey brayed, followed by the sharp barking of two or three dogs.
