Mahren : Hey! You, ge tme out of here! Don't let it take me!!
Mahren looks at the man and at his emotionless face.
Mahren : That's not polite! I'm coming aboard, rather you like it or not!
Mahren starts off in a sprint, extremely fast for a boy of his stature,( Although he was only 5'4" he was very slim), and jumps. The others may have marveled, for he was high above the ground and water by this time, coming down to the boat's deck. Noticing he might not make it to the boat, he immediately opened his pack and grabbed a 'Feather Wing' and flew onto the deck.
Mahren : Hi! I'm Mahren, didn't get your name. Shouldn't we wait for the others?? I don't think they can all pull a trick like that to catch up.
Mahren noticed he was on a boat, and his face went green with sickness.
Mahren : One moment please!
Mahren ran and chunked his lunch overboard.