You take the boat with the grain. The grain is rye and appears to be slightly damp and has a hint of mould on it. You rapidly become aware that mouldy rye has hallucinogenic properties and decide you can fly, you make your way to the front of the boat and prepare to make your pioneer flight . You flap your arms and jump, you fly through the air for tenths of a second before Newton and his theories of reason and gravity take hold on your ample frame and the earth begins to suck you to its core. You decide the best way to survive would to be to fill you lungs with water and make like the fishes. Alas your judgement is incorrect. A cold and watery grave.
The end.