Swamped

You have one thought. The bird noises seem to be helping you resist. If you had the chicken's foot, you might be able to use that to spread them.

But you aren't sure where it is. You didn't think to pick it up, as you were more concerned with capturing the fly at the time. It's probably still amongst the mess of inside-out bugs.

In which case, Mr. Resk is probably closer. You ask him to grab it and toss it out onto the deck, but you don't hear a response. That's worrisome.

You do, however, hear something else. A squawking swamphen running around the deck. Your attackers look around, confused, but still keeping hold of you.

At least until Colleen pulls them off.

"It really is the goddamned Ship of the Dead," she mutters, staring at it.

"And if we don't fire those cannons, it's going to ram us. Even if it is a fake ghost ship," you reply.

A few greblings start to arrive, but only three more cannons are ready to fire. By the time you finish, a fourth and fifth have been aimed, but that's not a good enough pace to get the blaze as big as it needs to be in time. You ask about reloading the cannons that have already been used, but it turns out that takes about three times as long as aiming and firing. You doubt you'll be getting more than three more volleys to begin with.

It would be easier if you could fully free the crew, but it seems the chicken is only able to distract them. Well, at least that should keep them from interfering while you figure out what to do.