Jack
*Horace would stand on the shore, looking between the other two adventurers. He was a bit surprised to see Ardon again, though they'd exchange no words yet. The elf didn't even know if the hulking giant of a man remembered him. The giant had a good nature, so it was obvious why he were here with him and Mai, ready to help the villagers. Though here was a bit of a change since they last met... Ardon looked more... Menacing? Demonic? Just strange in general, even more so than a titan is. Horace would eventually shrug it off, a light sigh escaping his lips. He and Mai and been traveling together for a bit after their last meet. The elf ended up making a fool of himself and asked nothing but pity from Mai... He was meant to apologies to her, but he couldn't even do that... 'What a failure' he thinks to himself... At least he could do something on this quest... He could only hope it doesn't end like last time, Mai being brutally injured by Horace's own spell...*

*The elf then looks over to Mai who seemed to be struggling to get on the boat itself. He knew of her fear of water, but never realized it was THAT bad. She could barely climb into a boat without dying where she stood. Though, everyone has weaknesses he supposed, wasn't his place to judge. He waits for Mai to climb into the boat, getting in after on the rowing side. He'd never really used a boat before, but now was a better time than any... He takes hold of both paddles before glancing at Mai as she speaks. He'd attempt to comfort her as she once did for him, putting on a warm smile.*
"Yes, we're close... We'll be there in a matter or minutes... Can you wait that long?" 

*The elf says with an apologetic tone, beginning to row the boat. The wooden paddles pressing against the blue waves of water and shifting the boat into the sea.*
Steven
*As the three approached the boat, you would eventually make out some figures. Two men with short swords, one with a shield. One with a grappling hook, and another with a rapier and dagger. You can't hear what they're saying, though you can hear some laughs.*

*However, it was obvious there were many more men that just those people.*
John
*Ardon would sink his body under the water and slowly try and drift his way towards the boat's stern. His hands would hold onto the underside of the two large logs in hopes of them not noticing him and he did his best to not attract too much attention to himself. Usually he would be the type of person to rush into a battle head on but he knew the sea well and he knew that it would be very* **Very** *Disadvantageous for him to fight against people that were riding on a ship while he was unable to attack ranged. Sometimes he wished he simply had wings to fly himself over towards the ship ignoring the water entirely.*