The Nevermore had been out on the open ocean for 3 days and Vincent, at the suggestion of Captain Blade, had been working the ship at night so as not to alarm the other crewmembers with his pale as death complexion. Vincent enjoyed working at night, though he missed feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his skin. However he could see the merit in Blade's idea. He wanted no trouble on this voyage. He knew he would encounter it soon enough. Besides, Blade was always up to all hours drinking and looking for conversation, so the nights were never boring. Blade's wild stories of his adventures kept Vincent amused whilst he worked, though truth be told so far the nights had all ended with the two men drinking and laughing merrily instead of doing actual labour.

Vincent was realising that he could quite happily make the sea his home, but first there was the question of his girl. He couldn't rest until he found Miss Blimey. He had been dreaming of her for too long now. Yet his dreams of late were troubled. In them he could see Miss Blimey screaming out to him, as though terrified of something. But of what? He hadn't been able to figure that out. He always awoke as he turned to see what was causing her fear. Waking to find the last tendrils of daylight creeping through his window, he would shiver in his bed and glance out at the sunset. Everything appeared to OK, but still the last uneasy breath of the dreams stayed with him.

That evening the Nevermore pulled briefly into the port of Evilwren, dropping Vincent off there at his request. Something had drawn him to this place and he felt it best to trust his instinct. That was all he had to go on at this stage. Blade was sorry to see Vincent go, but he knew better than to try and dissuade him.

Vincent turned towards the town as the Nevermore pulled out of the harbour. He headed for the nearest Tavern. The same tavern that Miss Blimey had rescued Betty hates Veronica from years before......

Continued in Part 4