"There's...<i>no</i>current,"  Eliza cautiously observed once the tall, rugged man laid out his plans. "There are waves. Little ones," she eyed him as if she almost expected him to be upset at her contradiction, but she was a stickler for details. "But if we do go across we won't have anyone with dry clothes, so I'd suggest we rebag the clothes and keep them dry for the other side." That caused her to shiver involuntarily, her body finally wearing off from the adrenaline and realizing that the slight breeze in the air made created a chill.<br/><br/>She had flinched when he jammed his large Bowie into the metal of the ship. He was obviously the strongest one there and seemed like the natural one to lead. Eliza glanced over at Naomi. The slim oriental had asked about weapons, and though it seemed obvious she thought that she had better mention what she carried. "I'm a decent shot with the bow but I don't have many arrows left. I have a knife if it gets up close and personal, but mostly we've just been running."<br/><br/>The girl motioned with her chin to her father. "He prefers that we not engage," she explained. "He's... ah... a 'peaceful' man."  Her smile was weak but she tried to share it. "He doesn't interfere, but he's not much help when it comes to dispatching the threat, if you get my drift." She looked around at the wood and the supplies that Logan mentioned. "I'll be glad to help, though. Maybe we can put the weaker swimmers on the raft and put others like me in the water with a vest. We can swim alongside and guide the raft to where it looks safest."<br/><br/>Her father had resumed taking notes in his journal and seemed to be ignoring the others.  Once they began to work on the raft he would pitch in and help, but for now he was being useful by being out of the way.