"Eeee."  Abigail Hennar was no stranger to the sound of a ship's destruction, but it was something entirely different when the ship in question was her own, and it was being destroyed on its maiden voyage.  She couldn't help but grimace with every jolt.  Wince at all the groaning. Close her eyes and try to pretend the occasional screech was nothing more than a figment of her overactive, and highly pessimistic imagination.

Eventually, all the rocking and sounds reminiscent of an animal being killed slowly, came to an end.  "Okay."  Abigail said as she looked around at her crew.  "How's everyone?"  She had to repeat the question because of some wind that didn't understand there were more important things to do in a crises other than moaning loudly.  "If you're dead, speak up so we can toss you overboard.  I don't want to have to deal with a corpse stink settling into the wood among everything else the poor ship has to deal with!"