With the majority of the crew attacking the enemy boat Kichirou knew their own was vulnerable. At the least more vulnerable to any kind of attack. With the fog and the night a small band could sneak aboard and decimate what crew remained to guard The Half Moon so the Scorpion had donned his armor and carried his daisho as well as his Yumi....just in case.
Silently he paced the aftdeck his eyes moving between the railing of the ship and as far out as he could see through the fog and darkness.