[h3]Engine Room/Mess[/h3]
Moving to get people out was tough with the rolling of the ship. Getting a good footing was not a simple task and even with some resilience the motion was slightly nauseating. It was all he could do to get Risa up and out. Water came pouring down on his head as he went back down for more. This storm would be the end of them. With some help with TamTam she moved the next one over to the ladder before a blinding flash of light hit. The other end of the body dropped and the usual chatter stopped completely. "[color=slateblue]Tam?[/color]" No response. Further calls went just as unanswered. She was gone.

So not he was in the engine room alone with bodies. Or at least what he assumed were bodies. Checking for a pulse confirmed that there was nothing they really could do for them. The least he could do was prop them up just in case. But now he wanted out. Doing his best to position them the sound of a creature came through. That was enough for him. Making his bay back to the ladder he stumbled a bit and beaned his head. Thankfully it should only result in a knot and nothing major. Still not fun. Scrambling out he slammed the hatch once all were clear. "[color=slateblue]They're all gone. There's nothing we can do for them.[/color]" Sitting down on the floor he didn't care that water was sloshing around him. He was already soaked. This place, where had they been taken?

All of it was beginning to be quite taxing both physically and mentally. He didn't even know where to go next. Despite keeping a cool expression his eyes told of the wall he'd hit. A cannonball rolling across the room snapped him back when it knocked him in the back. "[color=slateblue]Ow. Ah, okay... We need to find somewhere more dry.[/color]" The sound of waves crashing over the deck told of the danger above. "[color=slateblue]We're not going back up that's for sure.[/color]" Listing himself up he became away of a small object he was sitting on. Fishing it out it was a pocket watch. Not the most useful trinket in the world but keeping track of time was generally a good thing. In a flash of lightning he could see that the hands were stopped. He pressed the button to its side to see if it would function. The thing could very well be broken.