...Well, at the least, it offered a break from tying knots all the live-long day.
-Thankfully, it didn't seem the demons of the deep were too keen on looking up, when they could start setting sights on prey along the deck. With that in mind, Jericho decided to keep his vantage point, and put his climbing skills to work.
-Making way up the mast of the ship, he took a seat and started surveying the scene. Beleive it or not, even from this height, the problem hadn't bettered itself. It was still freezing cold, and the deck was covered in more beast than crew. Worst of all, they seemed to have done the impossible, and looked up, making a few decide Jericho looked mighty murderable.
"Gah...Where in the hell be the rest when ya' need'em? Gonna need more than a dagger and a grenado for this..."