Without taking his eyes off his planned trajectory, Ales listened to Zelda's report. Undead. If only he wasn't busy flying this this, he'd help out, unless he could program his puppet to fly the thing for him.

"I'll see to it that we fire something that'll work!" He shouted back at Zelda, then to Kidd: "Look for something strong against sugar: fire, possibly water will be safer!"

Just then, he felt something hit the deck, but thinking nothing of it - perhaps someone dropped a cannonball - he continued standing at post until Graham's voice popped up out of nowhere. He squeaked and jumped around. "Don't surprise me like that! I could have crashed this ship, then what?!" Dear Polokus, did this man have a brain?

Fah, they had someone new on board. The airship drifted left, and the puppet replaced Ales at the wheel. Graham was a person who required his full attention to comprehend.

"Five minutes is my estimate. I don't know how well regular canons will work against it. Why do you ask?"