It had been quite the run for Pyrrhus, and if he hadn't had such experience with Parkour, he probably wouldn't have made it. It had taken all of his skill to avoid things and people flying at him as the ship continued to rock violently. As he went lower in the ship, the rocking wasn't quite as bad, but that was like saying that poisoning wasn't quite as bad a way to go as drowning. He eventually found himself at Phoenix's door, hanging onto the door frame as he knocked. "Phoenix? Phoenix?! You in there? You okay?" He silently cursed the fact that he'd removed the "easy entry" he'd set up before, but at the time he felt he owed her that courtesy.