"Either they'll scramble to attack or they'll lie in wait and ambush us as we search the ship, depending on how quickly we reach the captain." L-Elf paused to grab two pistols off fallen sailors and stick them in his belt before picking up a third and firing it into a small crowd further down the deck, scattering them and leaving an opening for other members of the Howling Sabers to attack.

"They've worked this strategy out in advance and he directs it."