The man clearly wasn't the most erudite fellow in the world, but it seemed as if he was no stranger to what he thought he was about to do. He placed the baton under Emmaline's chin as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand, grinning like a panting dog. To her eyes, she could see his face looming above her, before something else rose out from behind him. The butt of a rifle, it looked like? The next moment, there was a 'crack' as Neil's rifle banged the man atop the head with such force there was no way he could still be conscious, and maybe even alive. He fell to the ground like a poleaxed ox, and before her now stood the much slimmer and far more charming Neil. 

"We should go," he deadpanned, and his eyes caught the butt of the fellow's pistol. He let out a soft 'ooo' before dropping down to collect the weapon. It likely wasn't as well crafted as his own, but who couldn't use more guns? Slipping it into his belt, he looked at her and saw she was loathe to leave, and he laughed. "Babe, we can't spend any of the gold if we're dead or imprisoned, we need to get the fuck out of here."

Once the two stepped out onto the deck, the imperial guns still boomed in the distance, now almost every moment. The gunnery school was beginning to show off, as always trying desperately to prove they required even more funding from the good countess. As much as he wanted to be near the gunpowder, this was a pretty good substitute, particularly with such a fun partner. They found their grappling hook, still biting into the wood just beside the storage room. 

"You first," Neil told her, dropping the hochland rifle into the skiff and drawing out the loaded pistol, leaning against the railing so as to appear casual. Emmaline didn't have to be told twice, shimmying down with the rope as carefully as she could. But then Ranald saw fit to make another joke, it seemed. Her foot slipped, soft body thumping against the side as coin after coin spilled out of her bodice like an avalanche, plopping into the dark water one by one! She gaped and let go of the rope, hitting the boat with an 'oof' to save the rest of the coins despite the rough landing. Neil heard the commotion and peered over, worry finally evident in his normally carefree demeanor. 

"You ok?" He asked. Hurriedly, he retrieved the hook and slid both his feet over the railing, landing far more gracefully into the boat beside her, the structure wobbling precariously but finding its balance as Neil kicked away from the treasure ship, shoving the side of it with his feet to give them an outward trajectory. Immediately he went to check on her, and to his surprise she seemed to be relatively unharmed save for a bruise here or there.