Rowan saw that the others were taking off without him, and as such got flustered. The water wasn't a big deal, right? But no, he didn't think he'd have remembered how to swim. Rowan looked onward to the boat drifting off, frowning. He stepped back to the opposite edge of the ship, as he passed the hatch he drew out his wooden block material used below. He then rushed forward, shooting up a pillar below his feet, attempting to leap out to them, wooden corkscrews forming in midair from the big old cubes below to slow his descent. "Don't leave me behind." About to land, all the material used became one with his baton on his back, making it a two-handed utensil now.