Eliza felt a shiver as Logan took charge. It felt good to have a man around, someone who would make decisions and take the lead in their group. She felt like the mother hen with the little one and between her and Eliza's father, it made her feel more matronly than womanly. She looked up at the sky and saw that the few clouds that were there seemed to be quickly burning off in the morning sun. That was good news; they didn't need to die of exposure or chills.<br/><br/>"I'd like to suggest that we put our heavy things, like our packs, on the raft and tie them down. Those who aren't good swimmers can either ride or hang on."  She undid a bracelet on her wrist and began to unweave a length of paracord. "I have about seven and a half feet of cord here. It should be enough to lash the bags on top."<br/><br/>She ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her eyes as she spoke. "I guess there's no time like the present."  Then she noticed Adelle offering bread. "Thanks," she said, a real smile crossing her lips. "That's nice of you."<br/><br/>Up on the lower part of the deck a sound like water trickling in a small fountain floated over to them. The good doctor was standing against the rail, pissing. He turned and looked over the shoulder at his daughter. "I won't be in the water like yous guys - I gotta piss now or wait until we cross."  He grinned and zipped up his pants. "Good thing there aren't any mosquitoes out, huh?"<br/><br/>Eliza sighed. Turning back to the others, Logan, Naomi, Blondie and Adelle, she gave them all her 'let's go get them' smile. "Well, let's do it."<br/><br/>The crossing was slow. Once one of the bindings on the raft came apart and it had to be repaired on the go. Another time Dr. Beauman thought he saw a Walker in the water, but it turned out to be some brown leaves floating past.  Once they reached the other side they had to sludge through some thick weeds and over a few rotted logs before they reached the dirt, then they had to deal with sand and mud sticking to everything that was wet.<br/><br/>For the most part the bags that were on the raft didn't get much wetter. Only the bottom two inches were subjected to the water.  Those who had stripped had dry clothing to get back into, but those who didn't wouldn't have to wait too long for their clothes to dry in the morning warmth.  By noon they'd all be mostly dry.  For the time being it seemed as if they hadn't attracted any Walker or human attention. The boat they had left seemed awfully far away from this side, and the entire swim took about forty minutes due to the two hazards they had encountered.