<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Gabirel</span></span><br/><br/>Gab finished with the cannons and scurried up the ballon sail again up to the crows nest next to the ship's spotter and sniper, Old one eyed Squinty McGee. The old, red headed sky-dog had out his long rifle with accompanied scope, looking back at the<span style="font-style: italic">Steele Maiden</span>. He scowled at something only he could see and leaned over to Gab.<br/><br/>"Yell for me boy, they've fired up the turbines." he said. The old coot couldn't quite get a yell up like he used to be able to, but somehow could still out-climb Gab and out shoot basically everyone on board.<br/><br/>"Captain!" Gab yelled, "They've fired up the steam turbines!"<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Red Leadson</span></span><br/><br/>Red was a seasoned sailer, having spend quite a lot of time on this particular kind of ship. So when the steam turbines turned on and the deck began to move under his feet, he didn't even have to shift his footing to keep upright. He simply leaned in the right direction for a moment and recovered. He was standing in with the Captain when that one gunner, Lu something, entered as respectfully as possible and gave some good advice... which was a little out of order. Red knew himself that the Captain would have been thinking exactly the same thing already. This wasn't exactly his first boat chase.