One thing he could agree on with the Doc, that this plan was not a plan at all. It was all improvise. Well, improvisation was good so, he'll give the old-timer credit there. Other than that, he disagreed with the Doc in almost everything else that she said and specifically ordered. It seemed the vessel he was on managed to stay still without much of the swaying. Probably from all of the docking and lashed whatever they wanted to call it. So, he was able to gain some momentum of balance in a sense. He was finally able to stand on one piece and regained his charming demeanor once more. There was a certain malicious glint in his good eye as he looked at the Doc. The One-Eyed Grim Reaper offered a smirk as well with that. "I agreed to your mission. But, the one thing I didn't agree on is stating that we are expendable." He jumped on top of the railing and whipped out his Ophelia in one swift motion. "Don't worry, Doc. You hired us to protect the cargo." He gave a wink and then looked at the other ship plummeting towards the ground with theirs as company. "I'll do just as that."
After stating that, Jedas found the three wondering what to do to get back to the ship. He lifted his Ophelia and appeared to be ready to cut the ropes that was attached their ship to the one about to crash into smithereens. His eye looked at the three without a hint of camaraderie. It was more like looking down on them for being incompetent. However instead of doing that, he created a giant hand made of ice scooping the three much like an ice cream and then tossing them back in to the ship. "Life is more important though." He stated as the three should have landed on the deck in a rather loud and technically hard one. Well, they can handle such a thing. They did not fall that high in his opinion. Plus, they were old enough not cry about some boo-boos. Although, if they complained they could try a new sport like free fall or airship gliding. Hey, he would have no problems of showing them how.
Once, he was certain that the three were aboard and safe which was the last thing on his mind really. He did not waste time cutting the ropes that tied their ship to the ones falling from the sky. Icicles gathered above him as they hit the designated targets and releasing them once and for all. Still, he did one last final touch. He did say that the piece of wood would pay dearly. With one large swing, a large boomerang shaped by ice went towards the ship cutting it half as an explosion trembled the skies. When it was done, he looked at his Ophelia. "Used too much power." He muttered to himself. It seemed he would need to recharge his Vivum caith along the way. Hopefully, he does or he would resort to his other methods. On the other hand, he had a bigger problem to deal with as of now. The ship was swaying once more due to being free. He could feel the bile rising from his stomach and the spell of dizziness once more being placed on him.
If he looked cool a moment ago, he now looked much like a failed attempt on a comedy act as he fell from his stand on the railing backwards. Fortunately, it was not forward or he would have been the first to try the sport of free fall. Anyway, he fell on his back with a thud and covered his face with his harm while his other hand held on Ophelia. "Get us to a god-damned land already...!" How he wanted to shout that loudly but it was meshed with his vomit and voice coming out the same time. He grabbed hold on a nearby column once more and spilled his guts out once more on the sides. As if the thing that he did earlier never happened.