What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive?

The festivities at the City Hall feel far from civilized, and the general air of celebration carries with it a sense of unease. He'd been told to be prepared for something strange and possibly deadly to happen tonight. Eliot had said to be prepared for anything, so he and Anne had brought their swords. It feels both comforting and strange to have it at his hip again, especially when the power unexpectedly cuts out.

Instead of sticking around to see the ritual effigy-burning, they collectively decide to head towards the boardwalk and see if there is anything less likely to cause mayhem happening there. Jack buttons up the front of his coat as they walk. The night is crisp, but he's comfortable as they approach the ocean.

He points towards the south, then looks towards Eliot. "We arrived down that way. On the shore. Didn't you say that you arrived in the water?"