Stormwind goes down for the count. He won't be getting up anytime soon.

Rose's spell causes pain, but does not disable her target. The secretary, exposed for what she is, casts a glare of hatred at them and then weaves a spell around herself. She zips away, over and off the side of the ship, which is still steaming at Ahead Full. She will rapidly disappear if something is not done about her.

However, Rose feels something cold and metal press into the back of her neck. The admiral, it seems, has drawn his ceremonial sword. "Right then," he says, "Don't move. I want a thorough and immediate explanation for all this. Why in Eyr's name did you hand me a bomb?"

Love dashes through the ship, her new and improved senses picking up strong magic coming from the engine room. Seaworthy definitely could have reached it if he'd moved quickly. It's not unicorn magic, but closer to...Chaos magic?