The small long boat cut through the water silently gliding to shore. Haytham stepped from the wooden lip on the boat and with his feet sinking slightly into the wet sand climbed the steep back to the firmer ground just above the waterline. His words were whispered when he spoke them.

"The town should be on high alert. They may even see fit to alert the Navy if they discover we are among them. Keep low and watch for those in uniform."

His approach to town was done with that warning in mind, ducking from bush to corner of building to avoid being spotted by anyone walking through the streets. A fortunate thing too as no sooner had he taken to another bush than had a troop of Naval Officers rounded a turn in the street and continued their march down the road entirely unaware hos close to a potential enemy they were.