Claire's luck and quick thinking were well appreciated. While the wood was damp from being in a cave with high moisture thanks to the lake, had the ship caught in earnest the entire place would have eventually gone up. The smoke alone would have been enough to leave all of them dead so it was fortunate that she was as level-headed as she was.

It was equally fortunate that Quentin had managed to grab onto a bit of iron rigging and that it managed to hold his weight. If his bulk had crashed down he might have smashed right out of the ship as it was he was still on deck braced as best he can.

"Gareth! Claire! Are you alright?"

He calls down once some of the slack goes out of the rope. Gareth had gotten closer to Quentin when he'd gone to vomit.