Ijemaru thought briefly. "Getting you in, not a problem; dispelling your electricity, not a problem; but frying an engine with that much electricity would have melted the circuits, not muddled them. I can fix that with a little help, though. Follow me. We can't be wasting time sitting in the middle of the ocean." The rather authoritative seventeen-year-old turned on his heels and started walking toward the engine room (He'd noticed a map of the ship on the wall earlier and remembered it). The closer they got, the fewer crewmen were scurrying around. This seemed odd, but it would make sense if only a few people on the ship worked its bowels. The others would be closer to the main deck, keeping the passengers from panicking. At the door to the engine room, a rather large crewman stopped them.<br/><br/>"Employees only," the guard said, and he seemed for all the world like a body guard.<br/><br/>"The engines are in there?" Ijemaru asked, even though he knew they were.<br/><br/>"Yeah. And you're out here, and out here is where you're gonna stay."<br/><br/>They had a short staring contest before Ijemaru broke eye contact. "No, that's wrong," he said, just as the practically invisible threads he'd been slowly extending around the guard pierced a few key nerves in the back of his neck. He made a small choking sound, then his eyes rolled back in his head and collapsed, unconscious. The door to the engine room was unlocked, and the young hunter didn't hesitate to go inside. It looked like the people who were supposed to be fixing the engines had lost consciousness after getting shocked by the energy rolling off the engines.<br/><br/>"Ebisu, make some ice," the boy commanded. "Heather, you take as much electricity as you can control out of that engine, then release it at the ice, a little bit at a time. The energy will go towards sublimating the ice, and the electricity will die off."<br/><br/>Ebisu looked surprised. "It does that?"<br/><br/>"It does that," the elite responded. "Now make ice."