The landing on the footrope is a little tricky, but Crowley's been at this for a while now, and manages it without much difficulty.

The Pearl's sails aren't bent to the yards in as many places as he's seen on other ships - and as a passenger who never did too well below-decks, Crowley's observed the rigging of a fair few. For speed, he supposes; the better to stow them with fewer hands. Which serves their purposes well enough.

"Alright?" he calls over, as Wellard reaches the opposite end of the yard.