"And since my balls are still intact, point very much taken." Ryu replied. That image is not one he was interested in imagining and he quickly shoved it to the back of his mind. "Bridge sounds like the best chance we've got. Sail this thing back to land and some sort of civilization. We probably could survive on this thing for a hell of a long time but I'd prefer to be back home." He followed the chef out into the plaza. "We just had to be on a ship with no guns didn't we?" He sighed. "Fuckin' half the ship out to kill us and all we can defend ourselves with is a god damn tennis racket & a golf club."