Harley jumps out of her skin and screams, whipping her head to where the voice came from.

She looks up to see the head of a sailor peeking out of a boat’s cabin.

Harley glances around her and points to herself. “Me?”

The sailor responds, “O’ course I’m talkin’ to you!”

His old raspy voice is so loud, Harley can’t help but feel a little intimidated.

“Uhm…what?”

The sailor sighs and waves his hand in impatience.

“I said, what in tarnation are you doing ‘ere? Little girl like you shouldn’t be walkin’ around at this darn place when it’s nearin’ midnight!”

Harley blinks and it suddenly hits her. This sailor can help her!

Ask the sailor for help.