Arres' hazel eyes seemed to smile as she spotted the young Crew member struggling against the taut rope and the wagon. Slowly she walked past Fareth and made her way to Gabe with a small smile upon her lips.<br/><br/>"It appears that you need some help hun," she tossed her long blonde braid over her shoulder as she shifted her weigh to her right side and rested her hands upon her hips in question. "Mind if I give you a hand?" tilting her head she offered her hand for the the rope and chuckled. She didn't wait too long before she softly moved to the back of the wagon and began to push, the wheels softly turning against the snow and sandy mixture. This was hard, but she had, had harder physical labor before, so this was nothing. Soon Fareth had dropped his duties to assist with pushing and turned to her with a worried frown.<br/><br/>"Arres, I just heard our spotter say that they saw the Steele Maiden headed this way..." Her teeth clenched not just from the effort but from pure frustration.<br/><br/>"Dammit, Fareth, please, can you sound the silent alarm to alert my crew? It would be appreciated..." Her eyes watched as the man stopped, straightened, saluted and jogged off to the small set of seal hide drums they used to keep the boats oarsman in unison. Then the sounds of ceramonial beats filled the heavy, chilled morning air. Turning to look at the back of Gabe's head she frowned.<br/><br/>"Gabe, I do not mean to rush you, but we must roll the barrels up the ramp now, there is no more time to wrestle with this crockety junk heap any longer...This is an order," She stopped and hefted a barrel off, each weighing a good fifty pounds as she plunked it softly to the ground and began to roll it the five yards to the ship and up to the Lady's deck. However, Fareth never said how close the Steele was, but she didn't wish to chance it, and worried deeply about her crew, sending out a small prayer...