This black-haired man in a wheelchair gently drove towards the chest, making a sound nary as loud as the sea. Thirty-two bars of gold sitting inside this box, it's almost tempting to take all of it, if it didn't take space in his body and weigh him more than they already do. He grabbed the lock of the box, and essentially commanded it to unlock itself, and it did. He lifted its lid and took one iron bar. This should be enough to replace all of his rust sheddings for the rest of the trip. The ingot gradually liquefied and seeped into his hand. Hmm. You know what, let's take another ingot just in case he loses an arm. Okay, let's take two more for a leg. That's enough. He could already feel the added weight, his wheelchair might give out at this point. Unless... He takes out the last 4 ingots of the top layer, and they immediately liquefy and seep through the wheelchair, reinforcing the mostly wooden wheels and frames from inside with metal spires and cores. He nodded. That'll do indeed. 

	The lid of the box closes and the lock slithers back in place, securing it again as if nothing happened. Quick, before someone stumbles in here. He starts to move towards the wall -- oh, wow, he could really feel the added weight. It's already taking more effort to move. He drives up the wall, phasing through the ceiling, and going back to Viviana's room. Still empty. He's sure there was no coincidence to Ember and Viviana dressing up after that pompous noble had arrived. A honeypot operation? Doesn't matter to him. Doesn't care. However, it'll be risky to go back out through Viviana's room's front wall now. He drove further up, intent to go back to the deck.

[hr][h3]A hand sprouts from the floor of the upper deck,[/h3]	which might be a shock to nearby people as well as ensuring they steer clear as he climbs up. Another arm appears, and both of them push up, gradually revealing his head, his body, and finally the wheelchair they rode in on. He quickly realizes that barely anyone has witnessed him climb up, thankfully, due to... another ship boarding us? Is this a pirate attack? Oh, no, just another passenger catching up. Another beautiful redhead, huh...

	Wait. He stared at her. Are those horns?