Fionarro looks upon the gentlemen with confusion, “Wait until we get to the ship to help you on the raft?” he thinks to himself before a smile, fueled by realization, is upon his face, “Ah, he must think I was trying to shake his hand.” Fionarro looks upon Renzu whom is sitting down in a rather composed position. “You know.” Fionarro begins, “We’re being rescued, it’s ok if you want to at least appear happy.” Renzu smiles at his friends comment, “I have my ways of celebration and you have yours Mr. Belle.” He replies. Fionarro shrugs and looks to the large ship before them. As soon as the raft makes contact with the shifts side, he takes off and begins to flawlessly climb the rope as the sun beats down upon him. Immense joy takes him over as he sees actual people at the top and is greeted by the open arms of Aadarshini. Fionarro hugs her tight, “I thought you were dead.” She says, her voice muffled by his chest. “As did i.” Fionarro replies. He leaves one arm upon her shoulders as he turns to the railing of the ship and waits for the gentleman and Renzu to come up next. Many joyful faces begin to stare at him, regardless of how uncomfortable this makes Fionarro, he is just glad to be on a ship that was larger than a piece of drift wood.. soon he would be eating and sleeping like a human being again.