"No, don't be silly," Niah shrugged off his suggestion and put her hands on the rungs of the ladder. She paused, her senses extending as far as they could. Her eyes fell closed while she tried to tune everything else out; the gentle rocking of the boat, the creak of ropes up above, and even the faint smell of Brom standing next to her. All of that gradually faded away while her breathing deepened. With every inhalation she took in more of the agitation she'd been sensing all morning, and with every exhalation she got rid of other influences.<br/><br/>Eventually she was left with nothing but a sense of impending danger. Something was coming their way. There was no doubt about it any more. The only question that remained was; what? What was coming and what did it want?<br/><br/>She began to draw back and return to herself, but paused when something new tickled the edge of her awareness. It sounded almost like a voice, but different in so many fundamental ways that she didn't even know why she thought it was a voice in the first place, really. There were no spoken words, no sounds, simply a sense that something or someone was communicating and she was there to eavesdrop. Flashes entered her mind, images that passed by her inner eye so quickly that she barely had a chance to take note of what they were.<br/><br/>But she'd seen enough. Her eyes flew open and she all but flew up the ladder in her haste to get out and warn everyone. "Brom, the Enemy!" she said, stunned. "They're coming here! Captain!" she called ahead.