(Carn) Sees that he has been spotted, and goes in for a bull rush. Fat boy manages to dodge the axe's first blow and the helm is destroyed, locking the ship at full throttle in a decent. Pulling his axe out of the wreckage, Carn turns around. "So, we're moving at over 100 miles per hour, and are in a somewhat steep decent. Any last words before I hang you over the side by your own intestines?"