Once they'd finished packing up, the tarp was decently heavy, too much for a single person to carry- Perrine, although not at all a religious person, decided it was Providence that brought her and Anthony to meet and converge on this ship tonight. "Alright, you take this end," she said, pointing to one end of the tarp where she'd tied a loop that he could put his arm through up the shoulder. She picked up two of the guns and tucked them into a large pocket in her jacket, then did the same with the other two pistols in another pocket. Not for the first time nor the last, Perrine thanked her past self for splurging a little on this coat specifically because of the pockets. "Let's go." She started up the narrow steps and headed past the dead body, hoping Anthony would be able to keep himself together at the sight. "Just don't look," she muttered.