Swamped

Well. Whatever's going on with the bugs and that glowing thing, this ship is under attack. You're supposed to look like a sailor, so the kids will probably understand if you say there's an emergency. After all, the old saying about sinking ships is "children and caregivers first", so they've probably been told.

You have to wonder about their caregiver if they're letting the kids sleep while there's a pirate attack, though. Even if they're busy with whatever duties they have, they ought to have sent someone up here.

Wait - maybe they did. The cultists were keeping people away, after all.

Well, you suppose it's not really your business to figure that out. What you'd like to do is figure out how to get back to your own time and your own problems. You really don't want to get stuck worrying about things like whether it'll somehow mess with the history you know if you save this ship.

You head over to the bunk bed. The kid on the lower bunk looks a bit older, so you shake him by the arm until he wakes up.

"What's going on," he mutters, then he glances at you and his eyes widen. "Who are you?"

"There's an emergency," you say. "If it gets worse, you might have to abandon ship soon. Could you wake up your sibling?" Better not to risk scaring a younger kid.

The kid looks worried, but stands up and climbs the ladder.

"Hey, Sidney," he says. "We've got to get to the lifeboats."

The other kid just mumbles and mutters weakly, but they do climb down after a bit. The older kid glances at the bugs.

"What's going on over there?" he asks. "What is that thing? And what's that symbol on the ground?"

Well, they're not panicking, thankfully, but you're not sure how best to answer that question. It's not like you know either.