Despite everyone's quick reaction, the Marrissa was still dragged into the strong current, unable to go against the force.
"Captain! What do we do?" the panicked first-mate squeaked.
Doing his best to remain calm, Ottley asked for the ship's status. As long as the engine remained functional, they still had a chance.
Zero was busy tending to the wounded while Bob and Truen took up positions to watch the pimple of doom. Truen's superior eyesight made him a better scout than any of the otters, and Bob put his incredible strength to use, keeping the rudder steady. Yet, none of their efforts could keep this ship from spiralling towards the fiery molten lava.
"Should we?" Zero asked in the mindscape when the ship jerked violently again. Something collided into its side, but there was no time to assess the damages. They had to get out of here.
"Wait a little longer," Truen advised.