Skye caught the signal from the rat and nodded almost imperceptibly. As requested, she was at the bow of the ship in precisely ten minutes. When Baz arrived the lioness was doing intriquite 'tricks' with a long ivory handled bowie knife. Something was definitely coming, she could almost smell it. Anyone who wasn't ready was probably not going to make it back to port, and they would deserve it. She had no sympathy for civilians who didn't know how to take care of themselves.