<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Gabriel</span></span><br/><br/>Gab sat at the edge of his proverbial seat when old squinty grinned widely.<br/><br/>"They've over exerted the old thing," he said, mostly to himself, and then to Gab, "yell for me boy, they've stopped, blew an engine."<br/><br/>"THE<span style="font-style: italic">MAIDEN'S</span>STOPPED!" Gab yelled, "THEIR ENGINE IS DOWN!"<br/><br/>He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed because of this, and now had a deep, itchy like sensation in his bones that begged to be scratched. When they were well and safe and away, he was probably going to look for a sparring partner.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Red Leadson</span></span><br/><br/>Red was right in the middle of berating a sailor for not keeping his own rifle clean enough when he felt that sickingly rough grinding sensation in the deck beneath his feet. He didn't even have to ask, he knew. The boiler blew, and probably took a few people with it. He felt the bitter disappointment of un-avoidable failure. Without even explaining himself he sighed and called over his officers.<br/><br/>"Gather the rifles and ammo. Clean and store, we're not using them today." he said glumly. The three officers were smart enough to not question him and sure enough as soon as they got about their work they heard by word of mouth that the engine was down.<br/><br/>Red entered the command room and stood at ease, waiting for the captains next orders.