Swamped

"Well, there's some rope above deck, that might be useful for tying the beast down. Maybe Carma's there, too, since it sounded like something was going on outside the ship. Which means we could get your slicer back."

"If we do, I'd like my glove back too."

"Sure. But first let's figure out what we're doing. There should be a ladder up not far from here."

"Oh. A ladder," Marshall mutters. "Do you mind if I stay down here while you look?"

Ooh, right. Probably tough to use a ladder with only one arm.

"Yeah, just stay there, I'll let you know if I need any help."

You head for the ladder, with Marshall close behind. The quiet kid seems to be following you, maybe because they don't know what else to do. Well, it's not like you've got that many ideas.

As you reach the top, you see an enormous beast sprawled out on the deck, and Carma unconscious nearby. You also see the ship's figurehead lying on the deck. What in the hells happened here?

Well, at this point you're not really surprised to see more problems popping up. The question is what you're going to do about it.