Hudson's Villa
Eion then called someone on his phone. I heard him muttering in annoyance, “That old man, tsk.” And after that call, the man from last night who drove us came fifteen minutes later.
"Sir Eion." He smiled at Eion. Eion just nodded his head.
He motioned for us to get inside and we did. We packed our things in the hotel, checked out for today, and off to another adventure.
The man who drove us since last night, and I assume as Eion's driver, drove us. It was an hour or so ago when we got stuck in traffic, waited in line with the other cars, and finally breathed in freshly when we reached the port or the barge one I don't know what it's called.
All I know is that the car should be transported across the other island, along with the other cars in line, with us inside. The driver said that it was called a barge or ferry…
I furrowed at this, "But where are we going?" I asked. Do we have to really take this? Maybe there's a bridge somewhere to go and drive through.