They had stayed in the area for an hour longer to scavenge what Grace and her father thought to still be useful, like a toolbox that was still floating. On finding and retrieving everything that they could, they were underway back to the small seaside town. A three hour trip and the sun was starting to set which set Haida's hull in an eerie glow from her hull markings. They were close enough to hear people near the docks shouting and they could see people running away from the docks. Haida could see a few with rifles taking defensive positions behind whatever cover they could find. A part of Haida that she tried very hard to silence in her mind laughed at their attempts to mount any defense. Haida's anti-personal weaponry would have been more than enough to depopulate the town. Haida stuffed the feeling down as she crossed her arms. Grace was at her bow waving her arms and shouting to shore, her father behind her doing the same. One of the defenders on shore stood up, Haida could see he was looking through a pair of binoculars and said something to the other people before walking to the docks. The mood felt tense as Haida slowly pulled up alongside the docks. Haida had no lines to tie herself down but she was more than capable of keeping herself stationary.

Grace jumped down from her bow, her father opting to disembark from her midsection. Haida produced energy platforms arranged like steps so he could step down without injury. Haida simply jumped to the dock from where she was on the open bridge section but stayed back a few meters behind Grace and her father. The apparent leader greeted Grace's father.

"Mark!" the man said, shaking Grace's father's hand, "We were beginning to get worried. What happened to the others and how the hell did you get a Fog working for you?!"

Mark let out a breath, "The others are gone, Bill," he answered grimly, "One boat sank from the shitty maintenance work that was done on it and the other and mine were sunk by two other Fog ships. This one," he said sticking his thumb towards Haida's shipself, "Saved us and blew-up the others that were shooting us, saving us."

Bill gave him a dubious look as he pulled an arm across Mark's shoulders, turning away from Haida's direction, "You sure that it wasn't just using you two to lure it back here to take out the town?" he asked pointedly.

Mark gave him a deadpan look, "Bill, we're a tiny town on the coast. The most we have is a half-dozen guns and the boats we had were rust buckets. When those two Fog ships came at us, they were playing with us out of boredom. Our boats broke up from near misses. I doubt they would have cared enough to track back where we came from."

Bill grunted while raising his eyebrows unconvinced. "If you say so," he turned back to Grace sparing quick glances to Haida, both her shipself and mental model. "Well, I am happy to see at least you and Grace made it back it still leaves us back to square one and we don't even have the boats to fairy people along the coast to the next town. We have mouths to feed, Mark," he said grimly.

"We brought food, fish. Lots of it," Grace spoke out, turning to Haida, "Show them," she told Haida.

Haida turned to her shipself gave a nod. Her shipself opened up a door in the side of her hull that hadn't be there before and she had energy fields shaped in a box to carry her hold of fish out and over to the shore where the dock met land.

"Is there anywhere you want me to place this?" Haida asked.

Bill, along with the other defenders, and more than a few curious townsfolk who'd came out of hiding stared at the box floating in the air swimming with fish.

"Su-someone get the tank over for the fish, and ice! Get the smoker ready and the cleaning tables cleaned and ready before this all goes to waste," he shouted gesturing wildly as the defenders that were with him put their guns down to help along with the other townsfolk. "This'll keep us going for at least a month," Bill remarked. Haida noted that he sounded relieved, like the life was coming back in him.

"This is right," Haida thought to herself as she waited for them to get everything ready.

High in the sky above them flew a war plane that an aficionado for military jets would say it resembled a F2H-3 Banshee a severely outdated warplane in the modern world had it not displayed the glowing markings of the Fleet of Fog. The craft was controlled by a Fog aircraft carrier by the name of Bonaventure that resembled the early Majestic-class aircraft carrier. The mental model of this ship seemed to be dozing in a hammock. She had long dark hair that reached just past her mid-back, appearing to be of aboriginal decent. She wore a tight red coloured sleeved shirt that had a keyhole in the chest to show off her generous cleavage and tight hip-hugger jean pants with cowboy-style boots with the spurs on the heels. Her look was topped by a dark cowboy hat that she had currently pulled down over her face.

"That's interesting," Bonaventure said with curiosity and mirth in her voice, pushing the hat up to show her smiling face. She continued spying at her little sister through her aircraft. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, won't I?" she remarked as she then pulled the hat back down. On the flight deck, another banshee launched to relieve the one that was currently above the now busy little town. "Curiouser and curiouser," she mumbled, sounding as if she were falling asleep.

End part Five.