She looked at the bosun, eyes narrow. "It is pretty terrible, yes. But we've survived thus far. They thought their god would protect them, and," she lowered her voice a little, "while they were wrong, it isn't enough to condemn them to death."<br/><br/>Kisara gave the man a fierce grin. "Besides, I feel confident"<em>maybe too confident</em>, the voice in her head whispered, "that we won't be too late, and that we'll be equal to the task." Her fingers tightened around the bosun's arm a bit. "None of you even need to leave the ship, frankly. I should be able to handle it."<br/><br/>Her eyes traveled to the island on the horizon, considering, assessing. "And if you're worried about the dark, I can help with that, too." She wouldn't want to - it would give her away, that golden glow so unlike a fire-aspected Dragonblood's. But she could at least give them some light. "So let's go, man. We're headed in the direction anyway."