The time for any excitement is over the moment the crash of the boat sends Lucretia flying off her feet and towards the stern. She wheezes, thoroughly winded, and glances up to find Lup only meters away, staring at something toward the bow. Lucretia doesn't need to look in order to realise what's happening: the sound of the wood crunching and the look on Lup's face says it all, really. She shoves herself to her feet, ignoring the pain. It could be worse, it could be worse, it could be worse.

"Okay," she pants, and glances over the side of the boat that she's on. The whole deck is bizarrely tilted, on an extreme slant and Lucretia is up on its highest side, so that is... out. She picks her way carefully to the other side, where Lup is pressed against the railing. "Come on, on the count of three."

The lowest side of the ship really isn't that much closer to the water. Lucretia feels a little lurch of fear in her gut, then resolves to stop looking; she reaches out and grips Lup's hand tightly, and at the same time, casts stone skin upon her. Hopefully Lup is ready to go because Lucretia decides she can't wait. She fashions a shield of faith to cover the both of them- the flick of her free hand almost lazy, moving in a motion well practiced- and then she puts her foot firmly on the railing, and jumps.