Methuseld gathered up some remaining cargo and careful lowered herself onto the boat, which was rather well equipped compared to others of its class. However, considering the excesses of the ship they'd just disembarked from, that shouldn't come as much of a surprise. The woman found herself a seat next to an oar and prepared to row before something disappeared from her peripheral vision. Something quite large and ship-like was no longer there, and Methuseld was acutely aware of its absence as one might be acutely aware of the absence of one's friend were that friend to accidentally fall off a cliff. Or in this case, an enemy.<br/><br/>She turned in utter confusion and surprise - the last thing she'd seen was the ship fading away, growing ever smaller and smaller. At first she wasn't sure whether that was because of distance from the group or true size, but... Oh hell, how was she supposed to know? She still wasn't sure! She turned to the rest of the group. "You all saw that, yes???" Then, grumpily, "fucking magic."<br/><br/>With that, the armored woman began to row, helping Dean get them to the distant city. It was hard work, especially as the sun rose higher in the sky, scorching them with its ever-hotter rays, but they grew closer and closer with each inevitable minute.