Kul was already on his own ship, leaping from the mast and hanging onto the ship's dusky black sail with a gloved, clawed hand. "They are rolling out barrels..." he spoke to himself in his raspy, guttural tongue, leaping off of the sail and climbing up to the helm. He brought out a small telescope, zooming in on the oil barrels positions. 

"Ku ewok gi navine." The king rose a hand...and clenched it with a loud, audible crunch. Not a second later, and the sun was momentarily blocked out by a large flock of falcons, eagles, and hunting birds suddenly rising from the surrounding islands and trees.

"Go!" He roared out, and the thousands of birds darting into the island's perimeter, divebombing into each barrel and rolling them back onto the island's land, causing a massive chain explosion.