Sam stumbles down the gangplank almost losing his balance, quickly grabbing the hand rail to keep from falling into the brimy depts of the sea.  Going to be hard to get my land legs back he thought.  Groaning and wondering what the hell he was doing in this strange city.  He had been on that damn leaky wreck of a ship far too long.  Talking a long look around he thought:  Maybe this is the place I've been searching for. Realizing he was tried of traveling from city to city. Time to grow some roots.  Laughing at the thought of him growing roots.