Without hesitation, Skellig does just that with the small bag of the ceramic spheres; they sink rapidly below the waves and out of sight. The others advance; seeing the blood on the deck and the bodies of their fellow sailors, a few are clearly enraged and attack with a cry, armed with knives, hammers, another with a long pike as the one who struck Kreyu earlier had.

"You would be much better off," Skellig growls at the leader of one bunch of the clan, as he heads the opposite direction from Kreyu towards the rear of the ship. "If you all would listen--"

He ducks a punch, and another as he wades into a trio of fighters, flaring his wings wide in an effort to look THREATENING! (It works well enough, but he doesn't manage to miss the third punch, which lands hard on his left ear and momentarily sends his senses ringing.)