There were two or three people on deck, all of them watching the ships around them and clearly acting as sentries. Saul waved to all of them, offering a quick salute as he followed Ana below deck and towards the ships mess. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he bli ked rapidly, lips turning to a frown as he found himself with the same issue. A hand came up and he gently rubbed his eyes. "Bloody ships." The curse came quietly, though didn't slow him down any. Doing his best to avoid bumping into anything, or anyone for that matter, Saul and Ana quickly headed towards the back of the vessel. There he could smell the scent of fresh oatmeal cooking, something that seemed to waft through the lower levels of their ship. One more doorway and a gathering of fellow Templar appeared. Most of them were dressed in simple tunics, though a few wore the trademark armor of their Order. Saul smiled as they were suddenly accosted with a host of greetings and minor cheers.