Randy had been wandering about and checking that the systems were doing okay and all that as his job was. He was mostly day dreaming about how the play was going by this point, which it seemed he had received a bit of the answer to. It seemed like they hated the play so much that cannons were being fired at the ship or something of the like. Must have turned into a gosh awful performance up there for all of this mess that was currently going on. Probably better than he himself would have been able to get away with though. 

He stood still for a moment and kept his stability as harpoons had breached through some of the ship. “god awful..” he muttered to himself aloud. Growing wide eyed at the harpoons sticking into the ship. A voice was shouted from above, asking for help in a very panicky demanding manner. Seems like it was him, to the rescue! No, time for day dreaming though. He immediately got to work and attempted to get the harpoons out of the ship, best he could. Using the large wrench of his to try and slide under the harpoon points and wedge them back out with a mixture of a good amount of force and sliding with the movement. Felt more like a dance move, one done in more of a rush to try and get the things out of ship quickly. The left side of his overalls would need fixing later or fiddling with, again, seeing as it was starting to lean away from Randy.

The propellers, and thus the engines for them seemed to be getting started and likely having not been pierced yet or at least, too damaged. The captain driving it was probably fine as well them, or assuming so. Besides the whole, ship being tied down by sharp metal hooks thing. Surely, other engineers or others would be working upon moving the harpoons out. Hopefully wouldn’t take all too long to skedaddle out of the area and avoid the blokes that fired at the ship, whoever they were.