Nodding, Ivor led the way, moving closer to the docks. Looking over the ships, he noted, “That one with the pirate sails seems smallest, but I don’t think we can use it. But yeah, a lifeboat from one of the bigger ones seems doable...” Looking around, continuing to lash out with his hooks if need be, he figured charging the battleship wasn’t a good idea, so grabbing a lifeboat off one of the smaller ones seemed to be he plan. However, even if they did get out on the lifeboat, they were still Fruit users risking an ocean without even a drop of water. They wouldn’t be able to go far.

As they reached the ground level, Ivor threw out a hook, snagging a rifle from the hands of one Marine, pulling it by the trigger guard. Looking at it, he said, “Hey, this is a flintlock rifle, so I think if you took off this cover somehow, you could make sparks. What’s the plan?” Before Margaret could answer, a bullet whizzed dangerously close. Grumbling, Ivor grew a hook from his wrist, one much larger than the others. It took several seconds to form, and needed some helping along in the form of Ivor pulling it out. Once it was free, he began to swing it over his head, suggesting, “I’ll cover you.”