"Not sure they got any besides drowning people,"

[Another shot fires, sending one creature that was about to climb over the railing flying back into the sea to hopefully be gone for good.
It seems pointless however, since the time it takes him to reload means that three more are climbing on deck, attacking the crew.]

"Guess no one knows," [he explains while his hand works quickly to refill the musket, his mind nervously taking count of the bullets that are left versus the creatures still roaming around, the hook holding the rifle firmly in place.]
"But there are different scenarios that happen, 's all I know. This one's the least fun though,"
[As soon as he's done, he aims again and fires within a second, taking out another one.]
"I know I like to hunt big game, but this isn't it!"

[While his hands work, his eyes dart around, trying to assess the situation and figure out whether or not there is still a point. Or if all hope is already lost and they are fighting a hopeless fight here.]

"Don't know what happens in these scenarios if someone dies, though."