As rain soaked his brown fur, Jeff considered the fact that he'd need to find food for a week somewhere, and if possible a dry place to stay. His black little beady eyes went across the harbor, a rather large anchored ship, sure to have food on board. Careful not to be seen, Jeff slithered between the crates towards the ship, using the anchor chain to climb aboard. When his claws gripped the steel chain while walking across it he noticed how surprisingly easy it was, and hopped through hole, entering some sort of duct...after walking around for a while he came to what seemed to be a storage room. Now rather hungry, Jeff nibbled on the nearest bit of food with his giant front teeth, his tiny stomach quickly filled. Suddenly, he heard noises in the distance and quickly scurried off into one of the crates...