<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>Lucas gave Jim a nod, restraining a grin. The man's serious attitude reminded Lucas that not everyone dealt with stress like he did. Rubbing his face and sucking in a few deep breaths to try and get his chilled body moving. Arlene's explanation was worrying, but hardly surprising. At least they had some options, Lucas thought. He looked up to the cockpit of the boat, then shook his head. If the thing was somehow still working, surely someone would have the electric lights on or something.<br/><br/><em> "Come on, help me." </em><br/><br/>In response to Arlene's words, Lucas got moving, letting out a quiet "Aye aye, cap'n" as he passed by her. Crossing the guardrail like Jim, he braced his arms on the bar and shoved with both feet against the dock, lean muscles standing with a long grunt of effort. While the boat was a bit of a boxy lump, the tide and the efforts of all three set it coasting off the dock at least. With a lithe slither, him pulled himself back under the rail and got himself to his feet.<br/><br/>"So, does this thing have any power do we know? Miiight be a pig to steer without." He looked out at the skulking forms approaching the dock, puffing up his cheeks thoughtfully. They didn't seem too eager to rush the boat, but there was one the looked more skittish and aggressive maybe lining up for an attempt. "And, maybe back away from the rail for the moment." Lucas watched the other two, it'd been a while since he got separated from the last group he'd been travelling with. His brain was kind of racing to remember how to deal with people again.