The captain smiles at his exuberance and replies, “All in a days work, me boy.” He turns back to his men and begins barking out orders as they start getting the cargo ready to be taken off the ship.

“Shall we?” Jiron asks, indicating the gangplank a sailor had just put in place.

“Absolutely,” replies James as he heads toward it, with Miko just behind.

When they disembark, the first thing that James notices is the lack of soldiers on the streets. There was a reduced presence back in Corillian, but here, there’s a total lack of them.

“Guess the Empire doesn’t feel the need to have soldiers patrolling here,” he observes.

“Probably not,” agrees Jiron. Looking around, he sees not much more than houses and some stores. “Doesn’t look like there’s too much to this place.”

Feeling a tug on his arm, James looks to Miko who’s pointing to a bakery shop. “James, tarts!”

Smiling, he allows himself to be dragged over there where they buy a dozen tarts with a red berry filling. Miko pays for them from the money Miriam had given him and then they leave the shop. James hears Miko licking his fingers and glances at him, one tart had already bit the dust.

They come back to where Jiron is waiting for them and Miko hands him one. “Ever had one before?” he asks him.

Nodding, Jiron says, “Yeah, a couple times. Tersa really likes them.”

Moving along, they proceed down the street to see what there is to see. They come to a woodcrafter who has several wooden ships displayed and James goes over to inspect them. He picks up a small one and says, “This would make a good present for Arkie.”

The woodcrafter, seeing his interest, stops the work he was doing on another of the wooden boats and comes over.

After some half-hearted haggling, he hands over the money and walks away with the small single masted ship. Putting it in his bag, he continues on.