Hayate looked over the boats, slowly letting his chakra stretch out as he realized no one else in the area had enough chakra to sense it.
"That one's safe enough," he said, glancing toward a ship with a slightly crooked deck, and a mast that listed to one side. Still, he could feel the solidity of it; no leaks, no holes. It'd get them close enough, and with the wind jutsu he planned on summoning up they'd be there in no time.
He tossed Crowley a saucy grin. "Trust me. If something goes wrong, I can still totally get us there." Even if some of his chakra was diverted to keeping the body running, he still had enough left for lower Jounin levels. That was plenty.
His smile sharped, like well oiled steel, and the pickpocket veered off. Then it smoothed out again.