"Take the child." Reinhardt removed the still infant from his arms. Krimley took the fragile form with care, and his eyes welled with tears at the sight of its injuries. "Do what you can to ease the pain. Stay below decks. Tell the young lad, Bentley, to do the same." Nodding once, Krimely descended below decks to where Bentley-the medic-resided. Reinhardt made his way towards the wheel shouting orders all the while. His crew responded frantically. They were eager to leave. With tensions mounting amidst a burning harbor, the ship began to break away from the dock, but they weren't out of the clear yet. "Ready the canons," Reinhardt glowered. "If we must fight... so be it!"