:: He carefully scales down the side of the beached ship's hull, looking for areas that need extra work to repair. He finds one, as a small section of hull collapses under his boot heel. Upon closer inspection, an area on the outer hull the size of a large service platter has been honeycombed by worms ::
Oi! Looks like we've been a meal for the Torinos! The inner hull's in good order, at least...
:: He ducks at the sound of the cannon, and mutters to himself ::