The ship lurched and and the very terrifying sound of bending metal echoed through the bridge. Krauss couldn't help but be struck by both awe and nostalgia by the power of the ring terror. Truly the Ring of Thunder defied all knowledge of how lightning and electricity worked. It was, as many have said before, like the storm itself was alive, and not pleased at the Garrloch's attempt to leave its influence. With the storm roaring above them, Krauss watched as the captain began to bark orders both at bridge crew and through the intercom. 

This was most definitely not the time to give the report. 

"Come wit' me, ace. There's real work ta be done." Captain Conway said, brushing past Krauss without even checking to see if Krauss followed. The pilot took one last look at the chaotic bridge, the helmsman fighting the waves as the ship bobbed over them. Sighing, Krauss followed the captain below decks. 

"Aye sir, let's keep your baby afloat." Krauss said when he caught up to the captain. They made their way to the scene of the damage, a nasty fire was burning its way through the hall, but had thankfully not started in a particularly dangerous place. Krauss silently thanked whatever god, spirit, or his healthy sense of luck that the fire hadn't started near the fuel storage. The Garrloch was unique thanks to its on board aircraft, so it had to carry the airplane's fuel, of course. Had the fire started there, and well... Krauss would be dead in the water in more ways than one. He saw Captain Conway bark something at man who most definitely did not look like a sailor, then shove a fire hose into his hands. Quickly, Krauss ran up behind the man and grabbed a part of the hose. Smiling he yelled over teh chaos to the civilian with a grin. 

"It's real simple to use, just point the nozzle and pull that lever! The water pressure is gonna give you a kick, so I'll brace ya from behind and help you get it under control!" Krauss braced against the back of the man while getting a good grip on the hose. "Whenever you're ready sir."