"Why don't we just swim?" Mike suggested. "Well, have you thought about how bloody cold that water is? We need a boat or something. Let's continue along here; they've got to have a small dock on this side of the waterway." Alistair said. They walked further along the coast, observing the French fleet's assault on the werewolf castle. They came upon a semi-sheltered dock, with a few rowboats, as the French launched personel carriers toward the main shipdock on the island. The few werewolf controlled vessels that tried to repel the attack burned and sank into the depths, destroying only two of the French attack craft. The group gathered aboard two of the rowboats, and began the short trip over to the island.<br/><br/>They landed on the near side of the island, deciding to trek across the short bit of land to the castle, avoiding the now French-controlled docks. They watched as French foot soldiers entered the castle grounds, fighting the werewolves as they went. They could see werewolves clawing through Frenchmen, taking down twice their number, but more and more Frenchmen arrived at the battle, never seeming to end. The group made their way toward the left side of the castle, avoiding the main skirmish at the gates, opting to find a hole in the wall and enter through there. They could hear the sounds of death, pain, roaring and gunshots, as they came upon an entire missing section of the castle wall proper. The room just inside was abandoned, and they entered swiftly, and took stock. "Alright, Mike, you and Tanya go through that door," Alistair said, pointing to a door on the left. "And Nigel and I will go up through this hole in the roof and up to the next floor. We'll meet back her in thirty minutes, whether we've found anything or not. We don't necessarily need any proof that these are werewolves, but covering our asses just in case." With that, Nigel and Alistair climbed up a mound of rubbish and debris, up to the second floor.