A ledge that seemed very manageable from inside very rapidly became much more intimidating in the press of the wind, and the moment Tony had to let go of the edge of the window frame to continue his shuffle alongside the ship. He grimaced back at Cayde, starting to regret this path with his arm outrstretched to keep his hold for as long as possible as he got further away from the safety of the Captain's quarters, only for his expression to freeze attentively as a crash loud enough to hear over the wind erupted from inside. Maybe not so safe anymore. It took longer for the shouting to reach him, but by then he had relinquished his grip on the window to slide freely along the side of the ship, so he was well out of arms reach by the time several men crammed their way into the open port to turn angry, bewildered stares on the pair crawling along the ship.

"What--what are you doing?" "Get a rope!" "We have to land!" they all clamoured.