As Margaret kept the heat off of them (figuratively), Ivorio rushed off to the boats. There were a few stragglers, which Ivorio quickly dispatched with the toss of a few hooks. Finally reaching one of the middling sized ships, he found it mostly abandoned. Tearing across the deck, he found a lifeboat at the edge. Moving as quick as he could, he stopped by the boat, holding up his fingers. Small hooks began to sprout from his fingertips, but didn’t extend outside of his skin more than the point. When all of his fingers were crowned in the sharp points, he used his fingers to slash at the ropes, muttering, “Hook Hook Talons!” As the lifeboat crashed to the water below, he hopped down, chortling to himself, "No one heard that you dumbass.”

Finding an oar underneath the seats, he took the spot at the back of the boat and paddled into the open. Calling out to the docks, he said, “Hey, Wolfbane! Get your butt over here we’re leaving!”

On the opposite side of the base’s dock, on a higher platform, the bearded Captain Muscovy stepped out, overlooking the area, spotting the chaos on the other side. He grumbled, “Two Fruit users...they’re quite strong. At this rate they’ll escape but...they can’t go far.” Waving his hand, he ordered, “Order the nearest gunner squads to aim for that boat! If they escape, have some other squadrons blanket the coasts. I don’t want so much as a piece of driftwood to land without me knowing!” As his orders were relayed, he began to make his way slowly, but surely, to the opening of the harbor. He hadn’t paid much attention to Ivor, so he wanted a good look at his two escapees...