As subtly as he could - which was not much, considering that he was an almost-literal giant among men - Zavros tried to move closer to what was going on. It seemed that whatever ritual niceties were supposed to be exchanged veered drastically off-script. He was able to wade through the crowds - a strange mixture of politeness and simply outmassing everyone onboard - and clear a path enough for Mouse to follow him.<br/><br/>What he was not expecting was for the boat to<em>sink.</em><br/><br/>"This is my life, apparently," Zavros muttered to himself, his hand gripping against one of the masts tightly. It felt disorienting - even though they were all still breathing, despite being pelted by the occasional fish, they were very much sinking. On their way to meet some god of the sea or somesuch.<br/><br/>As he threw the flopping fish back into the water proper, he sighed. "I should never have emerged from bed today."