What month had it bee since we've had last seen land? January? Perhaps March, but all months seemed the same at sea.
Marshall walked off the ship silently, and was reported, by the nearest dock attendant, of a docking fee. It was late and he seemed like the only one left to tend the dock.
"Of course, good lad. Say... You look like you're fit for better work than this. Come with me, and I can assure that your pockets become stretched with the weight of gold." The eager eyes of the poor lad, gave him away as a greedy or desperate one. Perfect for getting a nice...disappearance.
He walked the man onto the ship, knowing that once the crew took care of him, he would be receiving his docking fees back at a 100% refund.
"Talk to Shmee; he'll get you straightened out. Shmee!" he called. "Give him the usual treatment."
Walking back to the dock he collected a heavy bag of coins. Checking inside, they were minted with an unfamiliar face, but he ignored it as he walked into the inn to spend his newly acquired funds.
Aha! Nothing like a drink after a night of hard work...