The Port of Dover ~open~

Milo had come home.

Well, technically, he wasn't home. Yet. But after six years at sea, he had finally docked. For good. He shook hands with his crew, nodding and wishing them all luck as well in their endeavors. The men were sad to see Milo go. He was a good man, a fun man, and he always knew how to get a crowd of sailor-loving ladies. The men tried to look happy for him, but there was bit of grimness in their expressions.

He jumped from the deck and turned, standing on the end of the dock, staring at the ship, The Lady Grace. What ship. What a good few years. If this pesky green rash hadn't showed up, he could have stayed out forever. But no matter where he traveled, there was no release, no cure. It was getting hard to hide from his muggle crew. He knew his only option was Mungo's. He had to come back home.

He allowed the salty air to fill his lungs before e turned, throwing his pack over his shoulders and fixing a black cap over his head. He walked down the dock and headed out for land.

You just had to get lost at the docks, didn't you? Danny thought to himself.

Danny sat on a bench that led up to the docking areas, the salty smell very boisterous in the air. He never really got used to that kind of smell, and it frankly bothered him. Yet that was a tad ironic since he lived in the big apple, most of the largest skyscrapers neighbored to the the ocean, but it wasn't like he spent most of his time there. Mostly indoors or in the other extremely parts of the polluted city. Ehh, he wouldn't be spending that much time in England anyway.

Why had Danny been at the docks? Good question, seeing as how Danny had never been to Scotland once in his life, he had to find another way to get there. But knowing how Danny was with directions and overall navigation, he ended up near the south side of the country, instead of heading north like a freaking boy scout would've been able to figure out. Danny sighed though, almost regretting it since a flow of salty air flew into his lungs. Getting tired of trying to figure out where north was, he checked over each of his shoulders and then quickly pulled out his wand when no one was looking.

"Point me," he quietly chanted, his wand suddenly spinning on his open palm. The wand quickly spun a couple of times, stopping with the tip pointing towards Danny's right arm. Well there was north. Why hadn't he thought of that earlier dammit? He quickly shoved his wand back into his pocket, concealing it to the average eye and scnaned the docks. Ahh, what a nice sight. A couple of large boats, the smell of rusting metal parts everywhere.

Just freaking beautiful.

Milo made his way down the docks, raising his hand to greet any of the other crew he might recognize- the community knew each other rather well. He whistled an old seafaring, jaunty tune as he sauntered through the ports, getting closer and closer to the edge of town with every step. Once you had navigated one harbour, you had navigated all of them. He would be out of there in no time.

He spotted a figure on the next dock and saw a weird movement. He narrowed his eyes and caught sight of the spinning object- a wand! A wand, a wand, a wand! How long had it been since Milo had seen a wizard. With a grin, he hurriedly jogged towards that dock, approaching the figure.

"Mate, I could kiss you!" he announced as he drew near, throwing his arms out. "You are a beacon of good fortune!" He grabbed the mans hand and shook vigorously, "Milo d'Eath is the name! I happened to notice you wood," he winked, "and had to approach. Do you know how long it's been since I talked to a wizard?"

He hasn't exactly lowered his voice. It had been a long time.

Danny had been looking towards the wooden floor of the dock when he heard some talk to him in his general direction. Looking up, he saw a man with a large grin jogging towards him as if he were an old friend, immediately confusing the young man. Did he know this person from somewhere by chance? He remained seated down, yet adjusted his posture to an upright position. He wondered what this guy wanted.

Danny was almost terrified by the fact that this random man had came up out of nowhere and began to shake his hand, Danny making a twisted look of 'who the hell are you' and 'what the hell do you want'. Wasn't by any means a challenging or threatening look, but rather large twists of confusion, mostly suited when strangers did something abnormal. "Please, for the love of Christ, don't," he said calmly as the man continued to shake his hand. Well, at least he had a name...

Did he just make that kind of joke towards Danny? Well, that certainly felt awkward for him now. "I have absolutely idea, but I can tell it's been a while," he said, trying to not sound hostile. But what could that guy expect? Well, at least he was outgoing, and not one of those guys that turned out to be a creepy pedophile...hopefully. "My name's Danny," he said, quickly removing his grip from the man's hand. Why did his last name sound familiar though? He couldn't put a finger on it.