Lester leans forward, trying to catch a better view of the creature. Water rises around it, splashing up like waves as the serpant thrashes back and forth. It isn't backing down. He fires the swivel cannon several more times in a steady rhythm matching the waves and Mary's composition. 

"There's no blowing the damn thing down, is there?" 

Hazel eyes watch in alarm as Carmen's figure comes crashing down onto the ship, "Are you okay?"

After confirming she's still alive and well (with a few splinters and injuries) he narrows his eyes in thought. At least they have one less crew member to worry about blowing to shreds. Alexi is the only liability now. The swivel cannons aren't doing any good. They aren't powerful enough to cause fatal wounds. What will it take to kill this beast? Suddenly, he jumps up, straightening his poster. All snakes die when you decapitate them. His eyes wildly dash from the larger side cannons to Celeste, "Do we have any long chains?!"

"Carmen, man this swivel for me!"