Handel appeared on deck, clicking her teeth in irritation. She had caught Marine chatter on her intercepting den den mushi, but had hoped they would be able to avoid them. She wondered if she should have alerted the captain of Arafael's true identity, but now it was perhaps too late. This would be a defining moment for the lieutenant in Handel's eyes, as this was a good opportunity for the wolf to turn on the crew while they were distracted with the bomb-laden seagulls. If he did not, then perhasp he was ready t oleave the marines, or he was simply waiting for to build more trust and would betray them at a better opportunity. On the other hand, Handel could message the Marines, letting them know that sinking the ship would likely result in the death of one of their own. She decided to hold off on that option unless she absolutely had to, ebcause notifying the marines might buy them some time, but it would definitely cause the marines to maintain their focus on this crew because they might think the lieutenant was a hostage or something.

[color=a187be]"Bombs, eh?"[/color] Handel said monotonously, then joked, [color=a187be]"I wonder if they'd still be bombing us if they knew how many marines were on this ship?"[/color] Of course, this was meant for Arafael's ears, but to everyone else, they would probably just think that Handel was referring to herself and Bakuto. She dragged her bass to the edge of the railing, held the strings on the neck at a specific chord, and gave the strings a long, sustained draw with her bow, releasing an inaudible hum that could be felt through the ship. This sent forth a concussive blast of sonic energy that spread out in a hemisphere towards the seagulls, its lower edge visible as a ripple on the surface of the water. Such a force, though unlikely to do real harm to a human, was still harmful to birds, who had brittle bones by comparison due to needing to be lighter to sustain flight. There was also the possibility that such a concussive force might cause primed explosives to detonate prematurely. At minimum, the sudden, sharp, undulating changes in air pressure would make flying difficult for such small creatures.