Sweat beaded on Cassia's brow as she rushed about the boat, holding her ground as best as she could as the boat tilted and careened. At his comment about her being an elf, she spared enough time for a barking laugh. "Not hardly." She didn't have a distaste for elves, but she did know that she should be proud of being part undine, and that allowing somebody to think she was an elf was doing a disservice to her real heritage.
She was also well-aware that she was bleeding quite a bit, but tried to ignore it as best she could. Water tended to make the bleeding of a wound look much worse than it actually was, but she had a feeling that she'd need to stitch it up, assuming they made it out of here alive. The sound like the bellowing of an ancient creature alerted her to the imminent demise of the ship...
A Beisht Kione, a great serpent like beast with a black, terrifying head, burst from the idea. It made sense that it had come, with the taste of siren and human blood dirtying the waters. But it did not make it any less terrifying, and Cassia was not easily frightened.
"Shit." She felt like she could have pissed her breeches at this point. "Cap?!" She swung her head to look at the Captain expectantly, looking for orders.
The captain looked towards her briefly, "Get the lord off the boat. Won't be remembered as not holding up my end of the bargain."
"May the sea take you home." Some captains upheld the old tradition of going down with the ship, but it didn't make it any easier to witness. Swallowing heavily, she ran down the deck, pushing her way through the men who were already scrambling for the rescue boats. Cassia knew which one she wanted, a small wisp of a thing... The other men were headed for the larger vessels, but she knew that she'd prefer to have a small, quick vessel. It would not matter if the larger skiffs would be more reliable once out on the open waters if they did not make it away from the ensuing battle of sirens and the beisht kione.
Searching the deck, she spotted the lord and the mordecai. Rushing towards them with the jolts and movements of the ship, she met with them. "Not that boat. The small one at the back." She grabbed the other side of the lord, manhandling him with the mordecai so he wouldn't fall overboard. For a man who wasn't as accustomed to boats as the crew, the mordecai was holding his footing rather well. He'd have made a good sailor, given half the chance.
When they got to the small skiff, the young lad of the ship was already in. Cassia nodded in acknowledgment, before loosing the cables and quickly, skillfully, lowering them down into the tumultuous waters. "Kill anything that comes at the boat. You, lad, row like you've never rowed before."
Cassia knelt with one knee on the back bench, her bum leg stretched out behind her and at the hull of the boat, extending her hand towards the water. She focused, waiting for them magic to come to her to jet them away...