Having finished their meal, all six of them walked back to the ship. Eric was already waiting there for them, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Andy led the way up the gang plank and up onto deck, grabbing the cigarette from Eric's mouth. "You want to fight and work at your best. These will only make your life shorter, especially with the amount of fighting I have a feeling we're going to be doing." She said, throwing it over the side of the ship. "With what our lungs already go through as mechanics, it's a wonder we aren't already slower than we should be."<br/><br/>The Captain laughed lightly at this, the other men having simply returned to their own business. "We will be taking off shortly." She said to the two of them before turning and bellowing in a voice that should not have been as loud as it was. "WEIGH ANCHOR!"