Heh. Looks like it was time for Athinar to get creative. Dashing down the stairs, to the hold of the ruined, almost sunk, pirate galleon, he let the ship burn above him. Cutting a circle in the galleon's hull with the Blade, he stepped back as the water pressure pushed the planks forward, and let the water jet into the room, while diving through the jagged hole into the water of the bay. Dispelling the blade, Athinar swam towards the surface, where he broke the water quietly, looking up at the smoke coming from the main and first gun deck. 

Grabbing one of the lines that were traditionally tied to the sides of the ship to allow men who were tossed overboard, he pulled himself, hand over hand, towards the half-deck, moving unnaturally quick, like a spider. A cannon went off beside him, the ages-old gunpowder having been detonated from the heat of the fire. So the main and gun decks were most likely aflame. Those weren't Athinar's destination, anyways. 

As he reached the half-deck, Athinar was surprised to see more flame pouring out of the hatches to the first gun deck, rather than the firestorm being on the weather deck, where Little Red and he first clashed. The fire was quickly approaching the half-deck, so he would have to move quickly. With the last thirty seconds of his supernatural speed and quickness, Athinar went to where he knew the aft cannon to be, a single six-pounder. 

Cutting the cords that kept the cannon from flying back into the helm of the ship, Athinar repositioned the cannon aiming it at the mainmast. Grabbing a burning cord of rope from the stairs, Athinar gave a mock salute to the fighter, and dashed back up, touching the makeshift 'match' (in the classical sense, this world hadn't made phosphorous matches yet,) to the firing hole, which elicited the loud [i]BAM[/i] of a cannon. He smiled, even as his right ear began to bleed from the loud sound, and the cannon crashed through the aft railing on the half-deck, raining splinters down on the ocean below.

When the shot crashed into the already-burning mainmast, it caused the flaming canvas, cords, and timber of the ship's sails to crash into the main deck, as the mast itself fell back towards the helm with a [i]creeeeak.[/i] With a [i]smash[/i] of wood crashing into more wood, and a shower of splinters, the mast fell onto the half-deck, leaving the crow's nest behind the aft of the ship, above the water. Jumping onto the wooden beam, he scanned the burning wreckage for any sign of the enemy.

(Of course, if Rodetta comes up the stairs before he fires, assume he fires at her, and the mast doesn't fall.)