Hikiro using his near perfect balance leaned into the turn and maintained his footing despite being at least two feet from any guardrails or the mast for that matter.

With his training, the monk would have no trouble keeping balance. he puts a hand on Kyogi's shoulder.
"Sir, it was not regretful that we brought you ahead while leaving you ship behind, for you could not pilot her alone and we left her anchored in place. I am sure that there is plenty of wrogly aquired loot at our destination which will allow you to afford many ships, so it may be in your best interests to come with. Unless you think we are all being dragged on a wild swan chase/ lets have a vote, I say we confront this man."

(Its snowing! School's out for me! Hooray!)

Kane simply leaned with the movement of the ship. He had been in several pitched naval battles, so he knew how to do it. "Hey, Kyoji, next time you make a radical steering adjustment, make sure you do it away from a pirate island. Cause...you know...you likely just put our sail above horizon for the pirates. Excellent job."

OOC: yeah its hailing and raining like crazy here in SF, we are in the middle of a seastorm.

Lucretia ran up to the helm, trying to keep her balance and grabbed it. "Hands off my damn ship! The next time you touch this helm, Kyoji is on my command, or else." She had a pissed tone in her voice. Pushing him away she gains a better grip on the helm and glares at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little sore because I was about 10 feet away from retiring from this business until I met you," Kyoji snapped, sounding angrier than he meant to.
"And I don't want another ship," he continued, "I just want to go home. I'm sick and tired of the ocean. But if it'll help get us back there faster, I will help you defeat the man that you seek."
He walked down the stairs and leaned against the mast again. He sighed heavily and his shoulders slumped. He looked over the bow and watched the island as they approached it slowly.

Hikiro's mind was already processing many thousand possibilities on what could happen upon their arrival. His face had a determined look about it. It was plainly obvious that Hikiro was in an unshakably serious frame of mind.

OOC: *poke* Where'd everyone go?

ooc: I was wondering that too

(We should dance a little jig to pass the time.)

ooc: do I have to?

OOC: *dances a jolly Irish jig and then pokes Epiphany* C'mon, where'd ya go? You're the only one unaccounted for. :P

(Yes, you have to. You shall do a jolly nija jig. I command you to jig! Jig!)

ooc: she's working on an OM thing and can't be in the forums for a while. Not enough time.

OOC: Ooooooooh, ok. I understand completely. If I wasn't such a hardcore procrastinator, I probably wouldn't have time for it either. Btw, what's an OM thing?

ooc: Odyssey of the Mind. There's a competition coming up soon. Given a set of criterion you develop a skit and present it before a board of judges. I used to do it myself but then came on high school and martial arts and I kinda stopped.

OOC: Gotcha. So, who wants to start a new thread so we can get back topic? :p