Once the boat was at a near stop Quintus donned the silvery feathered helm and moved quickly towards the side of the ship and he jumped the small gap between the moorings and the planks that form the dock. He pulled the boat towards him, the massive bulging biceps rippling with power as he did, then he waited for Anastasius to tie the ship off...<br/><br/>The sun was already hot, and it was still only midmorning. One thankful fact was the apparent lack of bugs. The large man hated bugs. He did not give it a second thought though as he failed to see any significance to the fact. The silence was threatening, it was almost too quiet. Perhaps some was waiting in ambush...<br/><br/>Once the vessel was secure he straightened and waited for the others to join him as he overlooked the scene before him.<br/>