Eliza moved aside to let Naomi climb back onto deck. "It's about six-thirty," she answered, going back on deck. "Pretty, huh?"  She joined the girl and surveyed the shores. "I think Blondie is waking up. She and I saw a light moving along the bank last night. Like a flash light or something, but it disappeared after about ten minutes."  She turned back towards the boat as the sounds of her father groaning and waking reached them.<br/><br/>He stretched, albeit not as gracefully as Naomi had, and then coughed up morning phlegm.  Hacking, he turned and spat a gob into the river before he finally stood.  First he stretched to the left, his arms held over his head, then to the right. Back, then forth. "These old bones aren't what they used to be. In my day I was a gymnast," he informed them. "Almost made the Olympics. But... those were the days, eh? Nowadays I can't even flip a pancake over."  He chuckled and rubbed his eyes, then looked over at the raft.<br/><br/>"You don't expect me to try to ride that do you, Eliza? It's a floating coffin."<br/><br/>"Daddy, it's something to help us all get over. The other side is far."<br/><br/>"Bah. I could have swum the English Channel in my day."<br/><br/>Eliza smiled at Naomi and gave her an 'I'm so sorry about my dad' look. "I know, Pop. We all had better days."<br/><br/>He nodded and then went over to shake Blondie. "Hey, Kiddo! Time to rise and shine! We got important appointments to make today, eh?" Once he got some kind of response from Blondie he walked over to the entry to the boat and hollered down there. "Logan! My boy! Let's get off this death trap and go see some new land. Come one, you don't need to make yourself pretty for the girls."  He chuckled at his own joke. "Reminds me of Joseph. He was a good man, Eliza. You shouldn't have let that one go."