The Captain bursting into their cabin almost had Sketti giving him a 'what-for' while he nursed his hangover, and then realized that he in fact had no hangover, and had simply thought he might because of his previous session. He burped, and hopped out of bed, grabbing his equipment and loading them quickly and methodically. He had his wrench hand on, which was good fortune. That allowed him to at least hold his firearms in a rough fashion, and once they were all loaded, with his melee weapons at his belt, he trudged up the stairs into the pouring rain. 

Bare chested and broad shouldered, the cold and the rain bothered him not at all. He simply pursed his lips and looked about the chaos of the deck with a casual eye. "Huh, well time tae get to work." he muttered, and promptly head over to the cusp of the ship. Some crazy Knightling apprentice flung himself overboard with a rope tied around his waist. Sketti was short enough to duck under the taut rope and continue his march unimpeded, hefting his Thrund and aiming it at the longboat next to his fellow Dawi. "Blasted Chaos spawn, I wager," he said, and his Thrund 'cracked' as it fired.