We bumped into the conjurer the next day as we were trying to disembark. Naturally we were not allowed to go down the nearest gangplank; we had to find the correct one on another deck (despite it being totally empty and the sentry was bored off his skull) and the magician was none too impressed either. He walked off and asked us where the exit was, saying he hadn't a clue.
He can't be that magic then, can he? :o)