SixFungy had nearly reached the docks when he heard a female scream.
He stopped. These wharfs were no place for a woman. There were all sorts of ruffians around here who wouldn’t think twice of taking advantage of a lady alone.
“Help! Oh, Thalia, swim! Please try and swim!” a vaguely familiar voice called out from not too far away.
Fungy took off running along the road next to the Thames towards the sound. Only a short distance away, two women stood at the edge of the dock, looking out into the ever-crowded water. Ships of all sizes, from large cargo ships to small sailing vessels to even smaller punting boats, warred with each other for space near the dock, some nearly coming close enough to touch.
Fungy had stepped up to offer his assistance to the two ladies, when he recognized one
