The end of his weapon twitched, a sharp little motion that brought a bolt of lightning down from the swirling cloud into the deck of the enemy ship. It lit the entire deck up in white blue light, and wood splintered in all directions as thunder clashed with the waves roaring around them. He was gearing up to repeat the action a second time.

It was a near whiplash effect, to be focused on the spell bubbling in the back of his mind and then have someone speak to him. Well. It was much less spoken to him and more AT him. Nephrus frowned a little bit. It wasn't like he was the best person to deal with people. Most feared him quite readily, not that he blamed them honestly. The Tiefling ignored the way the lightning no longer curved towards the ship. Without focus he couldn't continue the assault, so instead he gave a crisp nod. 

The druid moved, seeking out the nearest cache of weapons. "[color=f26522]To arms! Gather yourself, and prepare for combat![/color]" He called out, usually quiet voice raised to be heard over the din of chaos. 
Nephrus shoved cutlass into floundering hands and clapped frightened men upon the shoulders. 
One young man in particular trembled violently as he stared wide eyed past his shoulder. 
"[color=f26522]Look at me...[/color]" Nephrus mused and the young man darted stormy eyes up at him, "[color=f26522]Fight. To your last breath. Do not cave to the will of the enemy. Fight. Or die fighting. Do not go gently into the arms of fate.[/color]" He gave the young man a squeeze, turned and spun his scythe like weapon in one palm over his head before snapping it back against the deck. Droplets of water broke free of the honed blade. He would not hesitate to strike down any who drew blade upon him.