Kahl was less than pleased with the present circumstances; barely a day over and things were going tits up. It seems as though the day conspired to keep escalating in calamities. He dared not ask if the day could get any worse out of fear of jinxing it and having to deal with a new set of complications. Still it was rather impressive with the day starting with a terrorist attack and ending with a monster from the deep breaking the ship they were on. It was an impressive trick to slow them down, and indeed it would. But it was way too early to be stopped this easily. Racing Across to the other side he didn't bother battling with any things instead focusing on getting the bag and not getting hit. Things were literally falling apart as the oversized seafood buffet snapping the boat like a twig. One mast had fallen off and now he was perched on another fallen mast as more debris fell around into the ocean. Perhaps with more favorable variables it could have been won. But in this very present it was a lost cause to fight more than necessary if at all.

 Already in the moonlight he could see in the distance some of the life boats of people who had taken the smart choice and flee. He could only wish them well as he couldn't help them out. Although judging by how the critter was focusing on annihilating the boat it was safe to assume it wouldn't bother them. Still it was a good reminder that he'd have to get the hell off this boat and away from the monster no matter how implausible it seemed.  With rucksack slung over his shoulder he ran over the ship's side. Already he was draining his mana before he even touched the water chaining magics together. The first effect creating a gelatinous mass that appeared in a whorling fractal pattern that was buoyant and supported his weight, and the final spell was a gate of sorts siphoning the water around him and focusing it into a strong jet. Of course since he wanted to get out fast he expended more mana than perhaps needed to rocket over the choppy waters and in the general vicinity of the destination they were headed. The following moments were tense and blurred together as all his efforts were on keeping speed and making sure he doesn't get hit. Come the surface his poor improvised boat was falling apart from the speed with only a drip feed keep it together.  That is until he saw the sand and let it fall apart as the snotlike substance made sure to pick up all the sand like a lint roller leaving a lumpy blob until it dissipated.  

Finding himself amidst solid land was great but his adrenaline was still in overdrive and he really wanted to find a place rest that seemed safe. As he'd be crashing from rapid exertion once the rush was gone. And it would be such a wonderful end to a night to go to sleep and get mauled by monsters. Still things were looking up compared to where they were minutes ago. Quickly Kahl hunted for dry flammable objects. The blood was really flowing through him even while doing such a simple task. The pressure of the flow through his head made it seem like he'd gain a migraine just from that feeling.  With a fire lit he sat down and tried to take some deep calming breaths. What really followed was hyperventilation, light headedness, and some coughing. Still once that was over he found himself dozing in and out of sleep as chunks of time would pass and be hazed by his dreamlike state as he tried to keep vigil from any threats.