Gordan met Bill, Richard, and the bleeding Andy on the deck and quickly usherd them into the kitchen, were they laid him on a large table. Gordan quickley pressed a white towel hard against the bleeding stub. His arm had fallin off somewhere on the deck.

“He’s loseing too much blood.”

“I know Bill I know! See if you can get a tourniquet on there some how.”

“No, it’s too close to the body, let’s try this.”

Richard pressed his arm down right next to Andy’s ragged shoulder as Gordan began sewing up the larger veins.

Up in the helm, Captain Ronald began shouting orders into Evans ear.

“Convert all engine power to lift.”

“ CRAAACK “

The sound of splintering wood comfirmed another solid hit. The Red Bell began to rise quickly into the sky. Ronald eyed the JAB , which also began to rise, but significantly slower because of its size.

“It’s about to get really cold in here.”

Down in the kitchen, Gordans shakey stiches were failing, and Andy’s moans stopped, along with his heart