It was by balance alone that the tiefling managed to stay upright even as the ship jolted. His grip tightened on the length of his weapon and he braced for yet another violent canting of the floor under his soft leather boots. Neph tried not to think about the unspeakable things currently washing around his feet as sea water began to soak into the leather. Even his tail curled a little higher to avoid it. Keen eyes catch glimpses of men rushing for the upper deck, some sliding or slipping on the wet steps as they mad a dash to obey orders. Something had indeed gone south now, and being caught in the bowls of the ship hardly seemed a good place to be. He would not drown here in this room. 

As the entire ship seemed to groan around them, Nephrus grew uneasy. The air around him felt suddenly too thick and he stared hard at the man still stood there, unmoving. The first words that reached them from this stranger brought with it an unnerving chill down his spine. The Druid furrowed his brows. With all of his items still on his person, the Tiefling did not need to be told twice. It is however the deafening boom and a sudden crack that jerks the others head upward. Droplets shake loose from the planks over head and his mismatched eyes widen. 
"[color=f26522]Was that the mast?[/color]" 
Over the sound of shouting a warning, he can hear something he cant quite pinpoint. It's all too late as wood explodes into the space. The sound it makes is not unlike thunder, and the very bones of the ship tremble under him. 

There is no time to react, the spattering of wood shards bite into him and he's knocked clean off his feet, fumbling into a swaying hammock in the back of the space. He swings for a moment as he tries to shake clear the ringing in sensitive ears. 
Nephrus is dazed, but he does manage to get himself up. He has to lean against his sickle like a walking stick as he gathers himself up again. 
"[color=f26522]You may wish to prepare for combat...[/color]" He stated to the others, clearly preparing for what he might face on the decks as he made towards the door. Though he doesn't say anything on it, the avoidance of the red head is a reminder of the way most view him. It is a lasting impression that lingers with him even as he moves towards the man in the door. The tinge of blood in the air is coming from more than just him, but for now there is no time to offer a healing hand. Out of the room, and up into the torrent of wind and water.