"Black, what's the plan?"<br/><br/>Crane turned to Celris, his eyes aglow with excitement.<br/>"If," he began.  "We were to try to enter the ship by that there gangplank, we would be stopped by that ticket collector.  We don't have tickets, but we want to get on that boat, so," He continued, "You're going to have to make a choice now, whether or not you'll be swimming."  Crane smiled deviously.  "I plan to dive into the water below, and swim out to our boat, where I will, unceremoniously, grab hold of the lowest porthole, and proceed to make my way in through it."  Crane paused briefly.<br/>"The second option is to climb the ropes leading out to our boat.  I consider that to be a little less secretive personally, and could draw attention to us.  I'm swimming, but the choice is yours'."<br/><br/>Crane turned to the swirling, churning mess beneath the dock-side.  Without even pausing to take a breath, he jumped over the side, diving into the chilly water.  Slowly, but steadily, he swam forward towards the boat.  The salt in the ocean burned his eyes making it hard to see where he was going.  After swimming in circles for a few minutes, he caught site of the ship and pressed forward.<br/><br/>After sluggishly reaching the other side of the craft, he began to look for the nearest porthole to enter.  Luckily enough, there was one not a foot above his head.  After looking around to make sure he wasn't being watched, Crane wrenched the flimsy wooden frame off the hull, causing the grimy glass circle to plop into the water next to him.  The splash of the window pane caused him to freeze in fear.  What if someone had heard it?  After waiting a while, Crane pulled himself up and into the boat.  He had made it!  With a sigh of relief, he moved to the rear of the ship, hiding himself behind several cargo crates.  Crane laid his head back in relief and waited for Celris.