It's a lot of math and a shitty time to be doing it, for sure. Lup has about two brain cells to spare for thinking that collapsing the sail is probably a smart idea, just like every other time Lucretia's had one of those. The rest is dedicated to keeping an iron grip on the rudder and trying to see how soon they're about to be finely-ground fish fodder.

She could be wrong, here, but jumping sounds like an extraordinarily shitty solution? They'd be dashed between the waves and the boat even faster. Maybe Featherfall could work, like, could she do some cool stunts flying them out of here on the storm with the umbrella? Probably not that kinda dope ass dream, darn. But they're running out of time real fucking fast and she grits her teeth. "I don't think we--"

And then, a bomb goes off. The boat bucks and shudders catastrophically and the sound of splintering wood is so deafening Lup has to let go of the rudder to shield her ears. Of course that means she's gonna get thrown off her feet by the tilting deck and straight into the railing, gasping for air against bruised ribs. What the shit-- Through her wet hair whipping into her face, she spots a large hole in the side of the boat, some rocky outcropping still half skewering it.

Now it's a race between sinking and getting crushed. So that's cool!

"I think jumping's great! Big fan of jumping right the fuck now!"