Myth burst out of the crowd after Tyrell, calling out, "Yup yup yup!" Dashing through the hole in the doorway, he noted that many boats had already launched. Myth ran back and forth a couple times to take in the options, from larger trading ships that two men could never sail, to rowboats and canoes. Settling on a large canoe-y thingy, long and slim with supports to either side, he checked around to see if anyone was coming his way for the particular boat. Noting no one, he hopped in, looking at the oars lying at the bottom of the boat. Uncertain, he slipped the oars to their positions, or just two sets, and took a seat.

"Hey, big-man, let's go! Never been in a boat before, but how hard can it be, right? Oh a black-lady." Looking back, and sighting a black-clad girl already slipping through the crowd, heading towards Tyrell behind a part of the crowd, Myth cautiously lit up his gloves, and fired a bolt of lightning, arcing past the bystanders and the civilians to hit the black-clad woman, tossing her back. His part done, he grabbed what looked like the boat's oars, and held them uncertainly.