Heavy footsteps echo throughout the lower quarters. The captain rushes toward the supply room but stops in front of the medical center.

Placing his hand against the door frame, he dips his head forward, "We have injuries aboard deck. Tend to people as soon as this battle is over. Let us hope your sea legs are ready for some work."

Without a second thought, he leaves the area to look for crew members and begins to gather a small group of men, "We need chains, lots of long ones. A chain shot might be able to cleave that thing's head off, but we're going to have to work the cannon's a bit differently. We can't fit that much metal in a single barrel."