Vhanya raised her voice and shouted towards the starboard.
“Are you boys done tearing down my ratlines? I want you lot down in the powder magazine to inventory, is that clear?“
"Yes m'am!" said Coal. The powder magazine was one of the few rare parts of the ship he knew about. He knew it was hidden somewhere within the depths of the boat and that when you were hit with a broadside, you'd better hope and pray that none of those cannonballs hit it, because your ship wouldn't stay afloat much longer.
Coal began striding to the ladder that descended into the depths of the ship.
Raven, now on the deck, watched, waiting for the moment when all that would be left of this creature was smoke and ashes.
"But my wings," Gecko followed Coal to the ladder. He held them out with a slight drag. "They- uh, broke?" Common sense, if he had it, would have told him they were not broken, but more of a torn muscle from his fall, if that. They’d be fine in a few days with rest, if he knew what that was anyways.Coal lingered on the ladder, watching Raven and wondering why he wasn’t following.