Balthier swears, something artful and vulgar and about saints no one here has ever heard of. There goes the idea of just sending the biggest lightning spell he can muster into the water. (But, then, good thing he didn't do that on a hair trigger.)

"I'm going to try and steer us away from the remains of whatever that is," he says, turning and heading back to the boat's controls. "Keep an eye on those things - if they start going after the hull shoot to injure, see if they'll eat each other." Further off, he calls over his shoulder, "I don't think I have to say NO MAGIC!"