There was a tap on Hardkandy's cheek from Ottis' paw, then the rabbit exaggeratedly looked up. Hardkandy looked up, too.
A small shadow -- goblin or gnome. Most likely goblin. It moved back, almost directly over them, then turned at an angle, as if trying to search the bay.
Hardkandy pushed gently away from the post toward the slant of bank at her back. Her heel dug into sand. Keeping to the shadow cast by the boardwalk's supports, she crab-walked backward onto dry land, Ottis's paws around her neck. Scrub brush and saw grass stung her hands. She ignored the pain and, still keeping to the shadows, raised from her crouch enough to see the boardwalk proper.
A goblin shaded his eyes with his hand. At his feet rested a small cage, the kind those awful 'tamers' used to hold small animals. Hardkandy's teeth bared. Not Ottis. She looked past the would-be battler. Farther down the boardwalk bruisers were tossing nets into the water; one was gesturing wildly at a rowboat owner, another was stripping out of his armor and a third was loading harpooon guns.
She peeled Ottis from around her neck, set him on the sand, then leaped and grabbed the edge of the boardwalk. She swung herself up and behind the small goblin just as he started to turn around. Her hands closed around his throat and pressed against the large vein. He passed out and Hardkandy lowered him to the boardwalk.
She caught up a small coil of rope and dropped back to the bank and Ottis.