"Yes--at this point we need to worry about survival more than keeping the phlogiston safe for other travelers, I'm afraid. Let's just toss them overboard."
Kirkesh smiles and flips his hair back, looking as dashing as ever, if perhaps only a little beat up. "It's safe, for now, but we took quite a few losses. Come on up, let us see how we can help Talia."
"We'll all have to work, but we should. We don't have enough to get back, so we'll have to keep going. Perhaps, my love, you should see if they need help at the helm."
*Kirkesh's crew count comes out to the following: Himself, Vanessa, Allure, Zaeryn, Talia, Diedrik, Yuriko (in a coma), and two sailors. With one on the helm, if everyone else works on the ship together at all times, that should still be enough to man it.*