Finnian made his way towards the deck as fast as he legs could take him. Making sure to dodge when he had to, getting a slashed down his left arm as he did.

Upon reaching the deck, he looked around, now where was something that could help. The only thing he could think of using was the mast. But that was rather big, but it was the only thing he could think of.

So moving quickly, his arm bleeding as he went as he used it to punch the mast snapping it as he soon made something out of the now broken mast. "Okay, now I feel safer against a sword."