Leonard nods at Anastasia's demands, inwardly and mentally muttering.. he's tired, and feeling a tad on the cranky side. "Yes, ma'am." He grunts as he dips down and hoists a relatively heavy piece of cargo onto his back, carefully standing as he begins to make his way towards the gangplank. James's nod hat heartened him a bit, the mouse grunting again under the wait as he makes his way up the gangplank. "Ooof... it may be a bit disorienting for you, once you're on board, if you've never been in a ship. The way the water rocks the boat can be a bit on the unsetling side, 'f you're not used t' it." He adds, under his breath. "I know it was for me.."<br/><br/>He nods to James as he gives his orders. "Aye-aye, sir." He doesn't salute, but considering both of his paws are holding the luggage on his back, it's probably best that he doesn't. He turns to head towards Anastasia's assigned quarters, the other mice following him, if reluctantly. Idly, he hopes that there won't be any ill will among his comrades that James seems to have put him, a new commer, in 'charge', for now. He moves away from James and Anastasia as he heads off towards her quarters.