Your men scrambled to their battle stations. They donned their armor, grabbed their weapons, and got to their positions. Your regular men had their crossbows loaded and ready, with your first mate ready to Mark their target. Your watchman had his bow out in the crows nest and eyes on the smoke. Your deck wizard, along with the helmsman, stayed on the bridge. Thanks to being a gnome she had ample cover of arrows started flying. “Captain! Ought I blow us a wind in our sails? If we move quickly we ought to be able to catch up before this feeding frenzy is over!”