Chester punched the back of the quarters, planks flying everywhere. [i]It huururrrtttss!"[/i] The voices cried out. "WELL YOU SHITHEADS SHOULD HAVE KEPT OFF OF MY SHIP THEN!" Chester retorted, fists flying everywhere, striking down the black hands that erupted, as well as demolishing all wall-planks, getting into the deeper isolation of the ship. The whole boat was rocking as Kuhn was forced to wake up, and he sure did. Pulling his revolver out, he fired two bullets - not at the spirits, but at his captain. Two dragonbreath bullets, as they hit Chester, fire erupted, burning him a little and breaking him out of his fit of rage.

"What the hell, Kuhn! Aim better!" He shouted, as Kuhn scoffed, sitting in his hammock, his right hand resting on the hammer of his revolver. "Cap'n. You need to calm down, dis cannot be solved with violence."

"Oh, you mean not shooting your crewmates?!" 

"Touché."

Chester was crawling on the floor, trying to put out the fire on his ribs, he began rolling on the floor, once the fire seemed to be dying down, he grabbed his bottle of grog. "This will numb the pain" he siad as he squirted a few sips-worth of booze on the dwindling flames, suddenly, the fire erupted again. "AAH!" Chester shouted in semi-panic, running out of the room.

"HOW DID BOOZE MAKE THE FIRE WORSE?!" He cried, running out onto the deck, fast enough that the fire was put out. "Oh, no, it didn't. Just took a while for it to stop." 

He peered back into the cabins. "Hey, Kuhn, Lina! I fixed it, no longer on fire!"

"You know, Lina, I'm starting to think da cap'n might be daft."