Randy let out a small sigh of relief as the situation had seemed to get better for the moment. The harpoons were gone, and it seems like the ship was fairly high up from the glimpses of view in the holes that remained. It seemed something or someone had gone overboard quite fast. There was only an unclear glimpse of something or someone having gone overboard just a moment or two ago. He did not know much else of what was going happening at the upper decks at this point but, he did not want to find out yet. At least until these were patched up or some other person had taken up the job instead. Running into a fighting encounter, was not to be desired at the moment and not in his job description as far as he knew. 

He went off down the hall of the ship in order to find one of the supply rooms. Ought to be nails, a hammer (although the wrench might be useful for the same effect if not more difficult with precision), and something to board up the holes in the wall with, would be a cheap and somewhat unappealing fix but it would work for the time being if the materials were found and hopefully someone else to help with it to patch up the spots and get the work done sooner. 

Randy went onward, and somewhat tried to listen for other sounds or perhaps a faint voice from above. What he heard, or thought he heard was some loud and incoherent garble or some odd sound that could not be made out. Perhaps someone was rehearsing their lines, or gone mad (probably himself in that case) or both. He snickered somewhat.