Sifen sat in silence, feeling the boat rock back and forth and watching a level tilt back and forth. Luca wasn't too far a trip, and the weather didn't seem like there'd be any chance of delays. What if he found his parents after all these years. Would they recognize him? He didn't want to think about it, so he hopped out of bed and grabbed his guns. Maybe a little polishing and cleaning could do the old things good. He grabbed the rifle, checked and saw it was fully loaded and ready. He studied the device, silently wishing he made it more than a single shot device. It was his first, after all. He polished his old engraving where his name was carved crudely into the metal. He made sure everything was in order and looked down the sites, checking if it were straight. Of course it was, he built it after all. But he checked it constantly, just to have an excuse to modify it some more.

He had to get below deck to assist with some things, his job on the ship wasn't over after just loading things and he had to be up all night making sure nothing went wrong. Sifen rested the scrappy looking gun near the door of his room and headed to the engine room, making it about halfway there when a strange and sudden rocking happened out of rhythm with the sea. Something was happening above deck but he was needed downstairs for pay. Money or Honor were being weighed in his mind as several more rocks and bashing sounds were heard and Honor won the war this time after water began pouring in from the direction he was heading. He sprinted back to his room with a wave crashing behind him, occasionally being tossed into a wall or tripping over his own feet in the swaying boat's core before he grabbed his gear and narrowly avoided drowning as the water seemed to stop rising and get strangely cold. All of it was loaded and ready and he made his way above deck, not even pretending he knew what he would see

He raced up to the deck and what greeted him was a salty spray of water and a scene out of a bad horror movie. Tentacles gripped the ship and some still flying around and the Guardians defending the summoner at all costs. He looked around, he had fought fiends before, but nothing like this, nothing this big either. He saw his teammates taking on multiple fiends at once and joined in. A few shots narrowly avoided the guardians protecting the summoner with the ice wall and some magic, a sword and one man hoisting a mast. The shots all landed cleanly into the skulls of some lizard fish and luckily none of his new found team's flesh. He in fact, had no idea the bullets would avoid the group but he knew they wouldn't hit the summoner, who was apparently the only thing that was supposed to matter to him. A tentacle was about to fall on him, swinging randomly as if the body below were being attacked. A swift slide on the metal pads on his armor allowed a clean getaway and time for a weapon switch. 

The big guns came out as a loud [b]THUMP[/b] was heard followed by a blaze of fire and a falling mangled tentacle. The weapon switch from before was reverse. Explosives weren't the best way to deal with the little fiends on the deck. He continued his dash to the summoner and company. "Sorry, had some inner fiends of my own to battle, where's Saina? Also can the summoner breathe in there?!" He asked, putting his back to the summoner and took aim at more of the fiends on the deck, awaiting clear shots. No way was he getting any more lucky shots like his first three. At least not until he shows up late to a fight again.