Vonriel rushes to the side of the boat at the sight and promply empties the contents of his stomach. Musing more to himself than anything, he speaks in an almost delirious tone. So.. many. Our chances are dropping, fast. Three lost boys? Two more passengers? We're.. we're not going to make it out alive, are we. He slowly walks off, mumbling to himself about recent events, and how sick he feels after the incident with Pendell the day before.