Wheel grinned slightly, and the edge of the curse sharpened so that the pain cut through him, leaving his eyes clear as he said, "Well, unless you intend to shout at them, we'll have to find a way to get you over to the ships. And we'll need to be mobile. Rohaan can't get caught in the fighting. Without him, you won't be able to leave the ships." He leaned against a barrel. His thoughts of rebellion had left, he was intent on tactics, trying to solve the problem with Berlin. "They're all galley ships. We could see about getting you on one ship, sweet talking the crew into killing each other, and leave enough oarsmen to ram the ship into the next." Catching the gleam of light in the corner of his eye, he watched Uban fling lightning around. "They're working on something- that's good. You're right, though. We're few and they're many. With chaos, we'll be able to reach our goals before they can figure out what we're doing." He rolled a cigarette, lit it, and offered it to Berlin.