"Not at all!" Emile said, maybe with a mite more enthusiasm than he should have. He turned about the opposite direction, hoping at least some of his crewmates might have returned to the Bevrijder. Getting "Anna" onboard might be a challenge, otherwise. The ship had certainly seen better days, and he doubted that the young woman's poor judgment would extend to actually getting on the ship. "And if your legs get tired, I'll carry you. A little thing like you, I could probably lift on one arm."<br/><br/>They arrived in front of the Bevrijder with the moon directly overhead. Emile grimaced at the sight of the thing. The lighting thankfully hid much of the damage and he was thankful that the port side was not too visible, as that was the side where it was most damaged. Still, in the pale moonlight it looked more like a ghost ship. His crewmates were nowhere to be seen either. Emile walked up to the ramp and grabbed the dim lantern off of the hook where it hung.<br/><br/>"Like I said, she's seen better days," Emile laughed nervously, "but she's much lovelier once you get topside, I promise. Care to go up?"