<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br/><br/>Macauley had wisely been keeping to himself as much as possible whenever he wasn’t on duty. The tension in the ship had been mounting with every passing hour, and only a fool would have missed the fact that it would eventually come to a breaking point. So he couldn’t really claim to be truly surprised when the message came through the com system. Still, to sabotage his own ship didn’t sit well with him. On the other hand, MacHeath would not give that order unless it was absolutely necessary. Using his years of expertise, he made a few small adjustments to the main engines calibration that would make it malfunction within a couple of minutes. In his experience, it would do enough damage that the mechanics would take a few days at least to fix it, though it wouldn’t damage the engine beyond repair. After quickly finishing the job and taking whatever little he had on him along with his tools, he started to move towards the bow. He had only just begun his long stride to the front of the ship when he was interrupted by the hollering and laughter of men, and what appeared like the screams of a woman.<br/><br/><br/><br/>When he went to inspect closer, five of his fellow sailors were having their way with a poor girl. He recognized her as one of the unfortunate creatures who had spent some time in the galley earlier that day. Macauley didn’t exactly like his odds of five to one… but MacHeath had told him to grab any girl he might run into.<strong> “Just my bloody luck…” </strong>Alex fished a wrench from his bag and stormed the group. Two swings of the tool sent two of his fellow sailors to the ground. He got the third as well before the fourth pulled his make-shift weapon free from his hands. He just about managed to avoid the haymaker that the sailor threw at him, ducking below it. Instead the punch made contact with the metal bulkhead, eliciting the sound of crushing bones and then a loud shriek from his poor attacker. Alex wasn’t about to give him the time to recover and kicked him hard in the groin and then threw his own fist.<br/><br/><br/><br/>By that point, the bastard who had been fucking poor Ophelia had deemed the ruckus loud enough to pull his cock out of the girl and see what all the fuss was about. He was just in time to see Alex punch land squarely in the middle of his face. As the last guy went down clutching his bloody nose, Macauley quickly picked the girl off the floor and carried her out the room on his shoulders. He hurried his way to the bow, knowing that every minute counted now…