Meth

"To the best of my knowledge, we don't have any sailing experience. However, after these past few days that still isn't saying much, is it?"

Meth muttered the last part under her breath.

"But we can still lend an extra pair of hands, if nothing else. Find the first mate and help him in any way you can. I'll stick with the captain. Have the Swords help you as well. We aren't sailors but we can follow direction. At this point, it's probably best to keep our mouths shut and do as we are told. And help me keep an eye on the others! I'm really not in the mood to play life guard..."

Meth turned to find the ship's captain. Finding him shouting at one of the crew, Meth came up beside him.

"What else can we do to help? This isn't exactly our area of expertise, but we can follow orders."