"Get off of me! I don't need your help!" Ravus swung an oar at a sailor before stepping out of the row boat, he had been asleep the entire time, the psychic bullets and the massive force push drained too much of his energy. Though he was awake, he was still weak.<br/><br/>Ravus had refused each and every sword that was handed to him, none of them were moonslight, so they felt odd in his hand. He did grab several pistols and used his oar as a walking stick. He was breathing heavily, trying to stand up straight. He was an idiot, and feared he might have been a dead idiot with all the power he let out on the ship. "Go on ahead, I need to rest for a little while longer." Ravus' voice was scratchy and sounded extremely hoarse.  He took a seat under a tree and went to pull his hat over his eyes, but remembered he had given it to Isaac. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.