Back on the stolen airship, things were going horribly.
Cannonballs ripped through the sails, the engine was on fire, and Finn was crying in a corner.
Zephyria grabbed him. "STOP BEING USELESS AND HELP."
Finn, sobbing, "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HELP."
Tess cursed. "We need to get rid of those ships before they box us in."
Vespera, still missing every shot, cackled. "We could always just… crash into them?"
Zephyria glared. "THAT'S NOT A PLAN."
Finn, having a rare moment of intelligence, suddenly gasped. "WAIT."
Tess blinked. "Oh no."
Vespera smirked. "Oh yes."
Finn pointed at the giant cargo airship in the center of the fleet.
"If we can take out that one, the whole formation will break!"
Zephyria stared. "…That's actually smart."
Vespera pouted. "Lame."
Tess pulled the wheel. "Alright, disaster boy. How do we hit it?"
Finn gulped. "We, uh… crash into it?"
Zephyria: "I hate that plan."
Vespera: "I love that plan."
Tess: "…Fine."
Finn, screaming in regret, braced as Tess sent their ship spiraling toward the enemy's fuel tanks.