Shane quickly grabbed the radio and called across to Excellence.
"Tundra, report. What's the situation over there?"
Static crackled for a moment before Tundra's voice came through. He was calm but slightly annoyed. "Everything's fine. The murlocks didn't do any real damage. Honestly, my bombs caused more trouble than they did. But don't worry… Excellence is built like a tank. Even a Mana Cannon wouldn't pierce this hull. Vasco tested it."
Shane knew this as well since the elves reinforced it so explosions don't matter.
In any case, he was still relieved after hearing the man's voice. "Good. Keep the crew steady. We can't afford panic."
"Already handled," Tundra replied. "Everyone's awake now. Lily and Elsa gave me an earful for not waking them, but the deck's clear. We're fine."
Shane smirked faintly, shaking his head. "Alright. Stay sharp. We'll need everyone ready when we reach the islands."
He set the radio down and turned back to Harry at the helm.
