Quintus was ready except for his new helm which sat on a crate next to him. The early morning sun reflected on his armour, gleaming a silvery crimson in the sun, as it was still stained with blood... He was handling the ship's rudder expertly when Anastasius approached him. He gave the group's would-be leader a curious look... "I only hope you haven't physically broken her..." he muttered as he pulled hard on the rudder as the ship began to turn towards the small inlet...<br/><br/>"One of you tend to the moorings and the other prepare the anchor..." he hollered to the two people who made up the remainder of the Bachoi's crew...<br/><br/>==> Next Post in the "Mooring at Gulsehir" thread