Avoiding the arrows as best he could above the debris they couldn't bare to call a raft, Kaihel turned sharply when he heard Calypso's scream from behind him. Muttering a curse, he looked around quickly,<span style="color: darkred">Thank the goddesses...,"</span>he murmured as the ship drew closer, offering up a glimmer of hope to escape death by raining, fiery arrows. Despite their raft rocking to and fro from both the closeness of the ship and the sudden shift in weight, the knight reached for the swaying rope, only to watch it sway from his grasp.<br/><br/>With the fire starting to burn away what little space they had to stand on, he acted quickly. Leaning down in front of the wounded sorceress, he helped pat down the fire on her clothing then snapped off part of the arrow.<span style="color: darkred">"Listen to me! I'm going to lift you up to grab the rope! Rumsey and his men should be able to pull you up from there!"</span>Locking eyes with her to make sure she understood, he nodded once then sheathed his weapon. Whether bolstered by adrenaline or that she was simply lightweight, he was able to remain steady, snagging the rope with one hand and offering it over before wrapping both arms around her waist. Raising her upwards was a simple task and it was only when he was sure she was secure that he stepped back, cupping both hands over his mouth.<span style="color: darkred">"Pull her up! She's injured!"</span><br/><br/>As the flames finally began to lap up what little standing room remained, Kaihel turned and took a leap out into the water below.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>