"No problem." Vergil replied, smiling and nodded at Rio as he hopped aboard, though paid precious little attention to the next set of sexual conversations taking place. Instead, he opened his duffel and took out a pith helmet from a bygone era, placing it upon his head and smiling at Triste as if he'd just pulled a prank and sat down next to her. Surprisingly, it seemed to fit well on him, and didn't look completely out of place. He had to keep the sun off him somehow when they got out there after all.
"Dr. Livingston I presume?" he asked Triste, sitting beside her and glancing at the map she had pulled out. He nodded as he noted their next destination. "It's possible, but we didn't encounter any at the last waypoint, probably because it was underwater." Vergil mused aloud to Marita's pondering.
"Uh no, I'm not interested." Tony replied blandly, sticking out his tongue in revulsion. "Since you two are spoken for, I'll look elsewhere, thank you." he stated, motioning at the two of them with his claw back and forth. Hmm... maybe he could try and rekindle his thing with Anne. The pony was certainly in good spirits, or so it seemed, but Axel interrupted them after reentering the cabin from inspecting the engine. "Awesome!" he stated in response to the rat's declaration that the engine was good to go. "Then let's shove off!" He had to admit Axel had the right idea checking it BEFORE they left... no use in renting a lemon after all that would die on them in mid-river...
He went outside, mounted the stairs up to the cockpit, taking them two at a time and pulling himself up with the handrails until he reached the bridge, inserted the keys, and listened to the big, throaty grumble as the engines came to life. "Right..." He whispered, checking to make sure they were clear in front and behind, then pushed the throttle forward to head out into the Nile.
He spun the wheel to the right, keeping a close eye on river traffic, and increased speed once more to do a 180 into the river. He pulled out safely and pointed the bow south, nodding to himself with satisfaction on maneuvering the big boat safely.
"I feel like Lawrence of Arabia's theme should start playing or something." Vergil chuckled, looking out the cabin windows now as Aswan slid by them.