The wind and the rain coated Antana, her trying to hide as a man was not working as she wanted. Wet cloth has a tendency to show what is beneath it in ways that the eye can not miss. She cursed the wind and rain in her mind and pulled the cloak tighter. Atana prayed not to be noticed and not to have the mast shot out from under her. She did not know much about naval warfare, but she was learning a lot watching it from above. 

She kept trying to cause the other ship's sails to rip and flap, loosing their wind. As the other ship had been the aggressor, it had positioned itself to have the clean air and reduce the wind hitting the sheets of their sails. When Atana had punched holes in the sheets, she called the knife back. Then waited for the right moment to send two three pound cannon balls floating through the air. She really had to concentrate as she floated them it into the proper position high enough not to draw attention to them, but close enough to clap them together on the pilot's head. That would buy them a few moments of chaos.