While Mischief had been thankful for his exclusion from the diving part of the mission - he had had his fill of underwater operations for the month with the last mission - he found himself quickly regretting his enthusiasm for being left on the ship after the first five minutes of doing nothing but looking at the dark, endless water. He kept a hand on the control stick of the boat, but there was almost no need for that. If Huscarl and Praetorian did their jobs right and did them well, Mischief would just be providing a speedy getaway. The most excitement he could think of was if they kicked up something they should not have and they needed to make a quick and hot escape.

He sighed as he scanned the seascape once again, keeping a lookout for any signs of enemy naval activity. Of course, even if he spotted them, there was little he could do. He only had his RPGs, and while they were effective against aircraft and structures, it was pretty much useless against ships unless he happened to hit a vital point, or if the ships were mere inflatable, rigid-hulled boats. The more he looked at the waves, the more he felt his mind wander and his guard relax. He shook his head vigorously from side to side, he had to remain alert, even if his current task was incredibly mind-numbing.

His hopes were raised when he heard Huscarl's report of an enemy underwater dive team, but any hope for action was quickly squashed with Huscarl's next transmission. The enemy team had been neutralized, the two other members of his team had acquired alternative transport and now Mischief was to drive the boat on his own towards Camp Tempest, or whatever was left of it. "Mischief to proceed solo to Camp Tempest, I copy. I will meet you on the beach of Kyfi Bay." He replied, revved up the boats engine and got some speed before steering it towards his destination.