Sharee looked out over the water, then up to how much the sun had shifted in the sky over the horizon. It had been roughly half an hour since the second group left, so it was about time for them to begin. "Speaking of the ship..." She began, turning around to face the rest of her group. "Alright everyone, this is it. We've given the others enough time to get into position. Now, it is time for us to strike. We're going to be coming up at the ship from below, so I hope you're ready to climb. Drink your potions and follow me. I'll go slow so you can keep up."

After waiting a moments for everyone to finish the potions, Sharee waded out into the water, then dove underneath its surface. One by one, each of her crew followed, with varying degrees of grace. Some of them were obviously not strong swimmers, so Sharee had to keep an annoyingly slow pace for her, but her potions would last more than long enough to account for their slow speed. They moved along the bottom of the harbor among the kelp which grew from underneath them. Such concealment was likely unnecessary, but Sharee reasoned that it could not hurt. As they moved along, she could see that the anchors she had sabotaged before, or at least the ones she could see, were still tied securely in place. Any ships which tried to pursue them would be in for a surprise if they tried to raise anchor. 

Sharee led the group to the far side of the ship, away from the dock, in order to delay detection for a bit longer. She grabbed on to the closest piece of loose wood to the water and pulled herself up to the next solid spot. There were a few nets hanging on the side of the ship which would make it easier to climb, but Sharee avoided them so that she wouldn't get in the way of others who needed them more, as she was more than agile enough to climb up a more difficult path. Just as she was nearing the railing to the deck, she stopped, drew her cutlass, and held it in her teeth for a moment as she reached into her satchel for a vial of stamina poison. She popped off the cork and poured it over the blade before replacing the vial in her satchel and once again taking the blade in her hand. The poison would almost immediately begin to fatigue anyone she cut as long as some of it still remained on the blade, which would hopefully give her an advantage. 

Most of the others were now on the side of the ship, waiting for her go, so Sharee took a deep breath, pulled herself up over the railing, and ran at the nearest sailor to her. It was an East Empire company guard, fully equipped in their usual light armor. He started to turn as soon as he heard Sharee's feet hit the deck, but did not recognize what was happening before it was too late. She thrust her cutlass forward and stabbed him through the chest with enough force to rip through his leather armor, ending him quickly. Withdrawing her blade from his body, she let him drop to the ground as she drew one of her curved daggers in her left hand, ready to move to the next target. Once the group on the docks noticed the fighting, they would hopefully rush to the loading ramp and guard it against any city guards who tried to make their way on board to help the sailors, and do prevent any sailors from escaping.