Donovan welcomed the fresh air, once he left the cabin behind him. It was an odd collection of women they had on board - a werefox who could apparently shift into human form and back at will, and possessed some magical power. A strange, mysterious elf-woman who worked for an even more mysterious employer, and who seemed to try to play the seductive angle - which would probably work on Dean, but not on Donovan, he knew. And then there was Methuseld, who had hate and murder in her eyes, and if given the chance, Donovan knew that woman would geld him AND Dean, and wear their testicles as a trophy necklace around her neck.<br/><br/>No, as Donovan pushed off the board from the pier, it would be better for all of them to get this business done with as soon as possible. The three ladies could return to their lives, and Dean and Donovan could move on with theirs. No one needed to be hurt, no one needed to be-...<br/><br/>"AHHHHHH shiiii-----..."<br/><br/>The boat sudden lurched sideways, throwing Donovan harshly against the railing several feet away - ALMOST throwing him overboard. He crashed against the wood, having willed his skin to the hardness of stone -just- before impact, or he likely would have broken bones. Instead, the wood of the railing was splintered, but thankfully had held. He quickly rose to his feet, glanced around to see that the boat was barely twenty feet or so from the pier. How ironic it would be to get just a few feet away from the pier, only to sink right there and then? Embarrassing, rather than ironic.<br/><br/>Immediately his mind sought out Dean's, querying what the hell was going on! The surge of a clashing sound in his mind was similar to something he'd heard before... something that the magical fox had caused, and an alarm went off in Donovan's head (which he couldn't hear over the sound of the ringing in his mind, regardless). This could be an escape attempt, he knew. But as he turned and dashed for the doorway that would lead back into the cabin with Dean and the three passengers, Donovan wasn't truly concerned about the Fox - she hadn't seemed violent or harmful... yet. He also wasn't concerned about Methuseld - she was bound securely, AND her weapon was well-hidden.<br/><br/>But the elf... she was the wild-card, and Donovan knew that she might be trouble.<br/><br/>He reached for the door, not really knowing what to expect....