"T-They're gone." Chester said, in disbelief as the shapes vanished. ".. Lina, you saw that, right?" Then Macario patted Lina on the head with his big hands, and Chester grinned. "Whatever, you're probably just freaking out, Lina. It's probably nothing to worry about, you're probably just being silly." He said, changing his tune completely, as Macario suggested he'd hand things off to Kuhn.

"Cap'n, stop yammering and come help us with the supplies."  Kuhn shouted from down on the row boat. Chester grunted. "Fine. But we're not handing things worth shit." As he headed down to help them, he jumped into the overfull boat, almost making it take in water. "Hey, watch it!" Kuhn shouted, as Chester shrugged. Chester began tossing the crates up onto the deck, gracefully, make sure that none of them broke, despite the several meter high throw. "You do realize that if one of you stood up there, and I threw to you, this would go a lot faster, right?"

Kuhn scoffed. "Sure." Kuhn climbed up onto the deck, and the two on the rowboat began tossing the crates at him, Kuhn caught all of them gracefully, placing them gently on the deck, as quickly as they came at him, and in a couple of minutes, the rowboat was empty, and the three men could get back onto the ship.

"Young lady, you seen anymore of dem ghosts?" Kuhn asked, taking off his hat, his hand running through his ginger hair, he placed his hair behind his ears as he put the hat back on. "No? Great." 

"I'm starving." Kuhn added, and Chester nodded. "Yeah, me too. And I need a drink. Where did I put my grog?"