Logan was still secretly recovering form something that should have healed up almost instantly. The Spade pirates had been going for some time now and running into shit like this.

Honestly, he wanted to get off the ship and to land. Knock a few heads in, or take a few off. He was angry, hurt and annoyed, but when asked to stay back and defend the Sun, he did.

He saw Thatch pull his swords, calling for looking lively. Huh. He moved up towards him, a snarl on his lips as he saw the scout crafts. With one hand he rubbed under his nose and spoke. "Let me at 'em and I'll have those boats under water before they reach us." His claws slowly sank out of both hands, fingers flexing into fists.

He would, too. At least one of them. Dive in, swim under and slide holes into each ship. Sure, he was hiding a few slow close wounds, but that could be worried about later.