Jason jumped slightly from the pat. He'd never seen a shadow move independently of its owner before. "Aye, that I will laddie." He says with a heavy Scottish accent. He rose to his feet and started coiling spare rope. He pushed his cutlass off to the side on his belt to get it out of the way. The blade was so notched and rusty, it was almost more likely that he would hurt himself with it before he hurt an enemy.