"WE made it?"  Abigail said, as she stood up on the beached boat to look around.  "Doesn't seem like that big of a deal though."  She blinked and put her hands on her hips.  "There's nobody around."  She shook her head, realizing how absurd her comment was.  "Not that I'm complaining though.  There's probably going to be a lot more blood shed before the day is over."  Frowning, she gingerly got out of the boat, taking the spy glass she had put under the seat with her.  

"So," she said looking at Zypha.  "Since I'm not really what someone would call ... whatcha mccallem.  The ones that think before they act?  Anyways, what's next?"  She looked through her spy glass at a nearby cave.  "That over there."  She pointed at the cave "Doesn't look inviting at all so I say we start there."