Octavius wasn't terribly concerned about the ship, not at this point. He was going to have to get his first mate a new ship, of that he was certain, but as long as this one worked enough for them to limp back to port, he supposed they would be fine. For the moment, they were making do, the few useful crew members carrying the rest. And what a weight it was. The helmsman was useless, but someone sorted that out in a hurry, and when the captain had time to look, he discovered Ceres dealing with it. Thankfully, it wasn't a big deal, since they managed to hole the bow of the [i]Powder Keg[/i] before much longer, meaning that once the powder they had on deck was gone, there'd be very little left for the other ship's crew to do. 

And almost as soon as the hole appeared, the ship started turning. Captain Cuttlam reacted accordingly. "Prepare to board!" he bellowed, and everyone made a mad dash for ropes, ladders, and weapons. All save a few, that he stopped with a glare. "Load those two cannons with shot. I'll give the command to fire." he instructed, not yelling this time, which surprised the gun crews, and sparked them into action even faster. As the two ships drew closer, everyone returned to the deck, ready to board. This was the critical point. They didn't have much choice to do anything but board the ship, so he just needed to get to his old friend before anything happened to him. And making sure that happened was just a matter of being faster than anyone else.

And being the sort of person who didn't much care about risk to his personal health in times like this, Octavius had no problem being the first one on the enemy deck. First, though, they were going to need some space. So he used his monster-head arm to heft one of the cannons as the ships drew closer. He watched as eyes widened in fear on the other deck. No one expected to be facing someone with a daemon for an arm, that could lift up cannons like it was nothing. "Fire!" he bellowed as he picked his target, and someone rushed to light off the powder in the cannon while he was still on target. And when the thing went off, a hail of shot ripped a hole in the press of pirates that had been preparing to board, and then he dropped that cannon, and picked up the next one. The warlord didn't want to take chances. The ships were getting closer together, and things were getting tenser. He aimed the second cannon, and again shouted for someone to fire the gun for him. 

This time, though, he spotted the man he was looking for, just before the massive cannon he was wielding went off. He jerked it to the side in an effort to spare Cyrus the fury that had been loaded into the weapon, and instead sprayed another hail of lead and death into  the same spot he'd fired at earlier. The cannon hit the deck, and then the captain's canine arm seemed to explode forward like it was some kind of magical grappling hook, latching onto the mainmast of their target, and suddenly yanking the man in charge of the ship from his deck, to the enemy's. He dropped to the deck, a shotgun in his human hand, and his canine arm gnashing its teeth violently. A solid half of the pirates turned to face him now, looking unsure as to what they should be doing with this obviously terrifying warrior invading their space. Octavius took advantage of this and moved toward his goal, wondering how the reunion was going to go...