“The engine,” Redana says, thoughtfully[1]. “If the engine is the solution... wouldn’t channeling its fire through the flooded areas not just flash-fry the crabs and the water but likely destroy all of us, too? Because that’s really dangerous.” A pause. Redana doesn’t look away from the Hermetic. She’s fixed. Her mind roars like an engine. “No, that’s not what you’re saying. What you’re saying is that the most important part of the ship is the engine. It powers everything else, which has various functions, but it is essential. [i]Only[/i] it is essential.” Her Auspex is running diagnostics and showing her how such a terrible thing might be dangerously done. It would be mad, but perhaps just mad enough to work? “So... if we cannot safely refurbish the decks below... we [i]detach[/i] them. We install bulkhead seals, sever the ship in half, let the sea in space drift forever. That’s a [i]lot[/i] of our cargo space and cannons, though...” *** [1]: or, as Bella might put it, dangerously thoughtful. In the sort of mood where she might find herself marching merrily to a chaotic end, step by step.