Well all right then. She doesn't have to shop at the bomb shop. But now she knows why it was off by itself. Dangerous sort of place to have right in the middle of town.

She goes back to check out the auction place again.

The auction house has an obviously rich guy lounging around on the upper floor and lots of shiny decorations everywhere.

Anna goes up to the obviously rich guy.

"Hi! What sort of things do you auction here?"

"Everything and anything that is rare, unique, or one of a kind! And some mundane things once in a while too, just to mix it up. Though... I can't seem to find the passion to run any auctions since that damn bird took my daughter..."

"I, uh. I think I saw your daughter. In the Forsaken Fortress."

"OH! You visited that foul place and escaped with your life? Or so you say... Listen, if you rescue her I will reward you handsomely! A whole fortune if you wish, whatever it takes, if you manage to free her and get her back to me alive. Do you understand? It's not as if I'm an adventurer... But if you are somehow capable of rescuing my Mila and my money motivates you to greater effort, it will have been well spent!"

"I was planning on going back,actually. But I need a sail for a boat. I don't suppose you have one or know where I could find one?"

"You should ask the sailors down by the docks, I suppose. If anyone would have a sail, it would be them."

"Thanks."

Dockwards!

The dock has a lot of small to medium ships, none as big as Tetra's was, and a fair number of strong looking types ranging from busy to grumpy to bored.

She picks one of the bored-looking ones and goes up to them.

"Hi, do you know where I could find a sail?"

"Hm... Afraid I don't, actually. I got mine from my parents. There used to be a weaver on this island, but I hear they left to look after their family on  some place far to the east."

"Well, that's kind of awkard for me, then."

"Kid, awkward doesn't start to describe what it would be if I sold you my sail... I'd have to learn another trade if I can't go fishing. My whole livelihood is on the sea."

"Yeah and if I can't find a sail at least three girls including my sister are going to die or worse, stuck in the Forsaken Fortress."

"Pfah, like a kid can rescue them if they're even still alive."

Fine, whatever. Moving on.

Any likely prospects here?

Nope, no, nada, nope, go home kid, nope.

...Didn't that eskimo guy say his ship was destroyed? Maybe the sail survived.

Hmm, that's right. Back to the eskimo guy to ask him about that, then.

He's still there, still looking rather sad. Guarding his pile of stuff and sweeping out the little outdoor stall as busywork.

"Hi again, this is kind of a weird question but did your sail wash up with you?"

"Yes. Well, one of them... That and some shattered timbers, and a couple of crates from the hold are all I have left of my precious ship."

"Uh, can I buy it?"

"Buy it! Well... I suppose if I'm stuck here anyway, I might as well start a shop of my own. And I don't have much use for a sail anymore except sentiment. But first tell me, have you found my friend?"

"Sorry, no."