Neil vaulted over the ship railing and landed with ne'er a sound, as if the floorboards of the treasure ship owed him a favor. Emmaline was a bit clumsier, tripping over the side and nearly faceplanting had Neil not caught her, but all in all it was a successful landing. Neil pursed his lips and the two of them received a fine view of the river reik, the hundreds of boats floating listlessly among the soft current. 

Suddenly, rhythmic footsteps were heard from behind them, accompanied by a whistle as a sentry approached. Neil placed his hand over Emmaline's mouth and yanked her into a room, softly closing the door behind them just as the guard made his rounds, none the wiser walking past them. Neil turned and saw it would be a secondary munitions room in any other ship, but instead it was another small place to keep barrels of supplies for future expeditions down the reik. Barrels of what looked to be apples, dates, and alcohol were stacked next to one another, though the area was hardly larger than a foyer. 

Neil stood by the door, peeking out until he was certain the coast was clear. "Come on," he whispered to his latest partner in crime. Well, she was also the first in many years, if he was honest with himself. Both of them stepped out, Emmaline having apprehended an apple, already chewing on a fair chunk of it. 

The two walked toward the stern, seeing the backs of some of the guards as they watched the booming display from across the harbor. Once they arrived to the cargo doors, a sentry stepped out beside them, but comically he turned the opposite way, having not even glanced toward the doors. Neil spied something, reaching over to the fellow's belt nonchalantly, as if he hadn't a care in the world! Neil then opened the door and bowed before entering, allowing the lady to waltz in past him like a true gentleman. Once they were both inside, they saw chest after chest, locked and reinforced with iron and thick timber. Neil knelt beside one, producing a key. 

"You didn't get that just before we got in here..." She marveled. 

"Sometimes Ranald has a sense of humor I can agree with." He shrugged, and he shimmied his key into the lock he sat before, Emmaline wiggling in excitement as it opened with a 'click'. The rogue grinned, grabbing the bottom of the top lid and lifting it up to reveal a mouth watering pile of gold coins, riekland minted. Neil gave a low whistle as Emmaline's mouth began to water. Neil ran his hand into the pile and grabbed as many as he could, shoving it in his pocket. 

"Take as much as you want," Neil said. "In fact, you take what we can get and I'll go check to see if the coast is clear." The young man eyed the door opposite of where they had entered. It was smaller but made of mahogany rather than yew or oak. Despite his words, he made for that door instead, unable to help his curiosity. As Emmaline dug into the pile like a digging hound, Neil quietly opened the door and suddenly understood this was a side entrance to someone's office. The Captain or another high ranking official, he didn't know. There was a smart desk, framed by a cupboard of books and drawers of what he couldn't guess. But it was the weapon next to the cushioned chair that caught his eye. 

"A hochland rifle," he marveled, stepping in to take the weapon, slowly flipping it to admire the firearms's entirety.