What one would expect from a large ship that doesn't have enough lifeboats sinking. Cal would appear to be just as eager to open fire on his fiance there as he was here, and Jack and I had to run below deck to escape him. Now we're trapped below deck with the third-class passengers.
I hope it isn't you who's been placed in a magical coma?
That sounds like a wonderful plan! I would be happy to join you.