It seemed a waste to use hard-won chakra to hang onto the ship when there were ropes flying all over the place. Tsume grabbed hold of one, her feet braced as the worn boards beneath her groaned. That couldn't be a good sound. Still, no one else seemed concerned--or more concerned than they had been a moment ago--so she tried to ignore it.

Boats. If people were meant to sail, they'd have been born with yards of fabric.

Chakra crackled through the air, making her hair stand on end. Storm clouds whipped up out of nowhere, blocking out the stars, seeming to rise from the very ocean itself. Asuma gestured and fire leaped, twisting toward the other ship only to be caught and held by a water dragon. Steam hissed and rose as their battle raged, dancing perilously close to each boat in turn.

The waves began to build. Sailors shouted and scrambled, running to and fro, trying to do something or other with the sails--Tsume heard something about breaking and wind, and tuned it out as incomprehensible.

When the ship began to lift seemingly forever out of the water, only to plunge back down again in the valley between swells more than twice her height, Asuma's clone grabbed her arm. Since he'd apparently stuck himself to the deck with chakra, Tsume didn't protest. She grabbed back, completing the forearm lock, and kept pulling energy down her pathways as rapidly as possible, for whatever she might need to do.