He is about to board a ship to nowhere, his home is far away, his loyal friend, long lost to the vices of the city. As another stranger in a strange place, all that is left is his humble bag, his bedroll, his trusty poncho, and a 3rd class ticket with maybe, the promise to come back one day.

Yes, this is a vent art, but also a piece I used to experiment using only inks and no graphite. Let me know what you think.