Sighing again - she felt like resignation was the word of the day for her - Kisara made sure her axes were tightly strapped on and that her armor was in place. She turned to the bosun and the first mate, both of whom had banded together to try and talk her out of this. "I'm going, it's the right thing to do. If I'm not back . . . well, before things get too ugly for you, head off and leave me." She glanced at Kersinta and Apha. "And take the two of them where they want to go, use the money left in my cabin if I don't come back." There wasn't any, but it would keep them from dumping the two overboard without a second thought. She hoped.<br/><br/>Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the rope ladder the crew had brought and shinnied down it, landing on one of the stone pillars. She hopped from one to the other as quietly as she could - this was like the training mother and father had made her do when they still thought she might be a Dragonblood and could learn their martial arts. She didn't call out, but she kept a level eye to see if whoever was in the smaller boat heard her coming and was preparing an ambush. Maybe they were there to help too. But that seemed . . . unlikely.