Meishu might've miscalculated.  She figured the marine ship would be too busy thinking about how to spin things to prove it wasn't involved with the pirates at the lighthosue.  When she first saw the ship, that's what she was certain of.  When she heard the first burst of cannon fire she became nervous.  As she saw the first hunk of iron explode near her ship, and then on her ship, she became convinced she had been wrong and redoubled her efforts.

Damn it!  Why didn't she teach Fenrir to move the bought when he wanted to learn?  Well because he was young and only wanted to get near the steering wheel to chew on it.  Still though.  He could've learned to steer the chewed up remains!

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Fenrir growled. He wasn't growling at anyone in particular.  There was nobody in particular around him.  He was just agitated with the way things had turned out.  One moment he was asleep, and glad of it.  Then he was awake and there was a mess.  

Not again.  Next time there was a stowaway he wouldn't waste time stalking.  It was just munch, munch, and poop the remains over the side of the ship.    

He turned his attention to the wood wrapped around him.  He winced.  There was a loud pop, followed by a rapid series of clicks and clacks.  Fenrir's head moved away from his body, towards the veins closest.  He opened his mouth to begin chewing.  
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[@Crimson Lion]
Gerld breathed in deeply.  He had been a good swimmer in his youth.  Back in the day he would've been able to cover the distance between the lighthouse and the purple-haired woman's ship without any issue.  Now though, with his age, among other factors, the trip wasn't a certain thing at all. He swallowed hard, coming back for air, too early.  Instead of rich oxygen, he found himself sucking down seawater.  

"Cough.  Cough."

Meishu paused, a few yards from the boat, and turned her back to check in on her ward.  The man was starting to flounder.  "Mmm.  Damn."

Frowning she swam back, grabbed the man and pulled him back to the ship, where she topped to look for the ladder, which was on the other side.  

"Well shit."

Before she could start moving there was a whistle through the air, and an explosion.  A large chunk appeared at the side of the ship from a cannonball making direct contact.  

"Well, that'll work."  She tensed her arm, clasped Gerld's arm as hard as she could.  "Apologies for the rough landing."  With a grunt she flung the large man upwards towards, and through the hole where he landed with a limp thud.  

A few seconds later, Meishu at the hole and stepped inside.

"You okay?" Meishu gave a nod to Gerld, who had propped himself up on his elbow and was coughing up seawater.  He gave a nod, but couldn't manage more than that. "Alright."  She wanted to find Fenrir and make sure he was okay, but the need to get the ship out of the cannon's range was of more immediate importance.

"I'll be back.  Stay here and  rest."

[@The Irish Tree]
Upon entering the cabin Meishu found a lone Fishwoman, covered in blood, out like a light.  She recognized her from the tournament and recalled how the character hadn't wanted to cause harm and had survived the ordeal without much blood on her hands.  

The captain's first reaction was to let the woman know if anything had happened to Fenrir, not amount of fishman strength or karate would be enough to keep her from being ripped limb from limb by the small woman's hands.  Then, the second thought, the one which involved the point they were being fired upon, and the shots were getting more and more accurate, an easy fact to discern thanks to the ship's shaking and sounds of splashing and roaring from outside.  Which was the thought she chose to deal with.

"Move," the tiny woman sighed, sliding the downed fishwoman aside with her foot.  "I'll get us out of here than see to it you don't bleed out all over my floor."

Hands on the wheel, Meishu moved some controls and spun the wheel around to angel her tiny craft out to see.  

The small ship hummed as the engine came to life.