Martel smirked, and waited until he found two officer looking types in a relative line, before tagging them with a lightning bolt, hopefully dropping them from the fight, even as they did a opposite direction grapple on the ship. It would make the battle a bit less lopsided, though he knew it was effectively him against the officers, as Rosie, Sandara, Fishguts, and the others would be dealing with the much larger crew. He might be running with a large crew for a junk, nearly thirty five sailors instead of the minimal ten, but the crew of the other ship was likely doing the same.