As the second group left to get in their positions, Sharee stood by the shore, staring across the water at her prize. There seemed to be enough fighters in her group for the plan to work, she just hoped they were good at what they did. As much as she hated to admit it, she probably couldn't take the ship alone. The others would need to perform at least semi-decently for this to work. 

After a few minutes, the Breton Kayal walked up behind her and proceeded to compliment her. She did not turn around, but instead kept her eyes on the ship, the ship that was soon to be hers. "How about you wait until we actually have the ship before you start kissing my tail. No sense celebrating on something that is right now just an idea. I'm pretty certain this plan will work, as long as enough of the crew stays alive to actually operate the thing afterwards. Still, it's always best to expect the worst. Now, we end up getting that thing out to sea, away from the harbor, then I'll show you how to have a [i]real[/i] celebration. I don't care how tired I end up being, if you know my reputation, then you know that having a good time is a specialty of mine."