"We’re taking everything on this one, so kill as you please!" Captain shouted to the crew. They muttered assent. Aye, and after they were done stripping the ship clean, he’d send her straight to Davy with a torpedo in her belly. Always a fine sight. His masters would be very pleased. Put the fear of IronHell back into the corp’s belly. Damn suits were getting uppity again. "Storm status?"