[It's a sound that makes a shiver run down Moran's spine, and he curses under his breath as the sound intensifies and the ship starts to tilt.
This is getting much faster than he anticipated, and with every cracking and sound of wood splintering, Moran can feel the rush of adrenaline in his veins, as he tries to hold on to the rim of the crow's nest, just like the man beside him, while at the same time scanning their surrounding for the tell tale shine of a colourful bubble.]

Don't ask, I can't believe this shit myself either. It just works,

[After all, he knows very much how insane this sound]

They look like soap bubbles. Different sizes, can be basically everywhere. Doesn't matter how big, as long as it's there, it takes you out this!

[Shit, the ship is tilting more and more, causing them to slowly slip from their hold. Not wanting to fall, Moran just reaches out and rams the point of his hook into the thick wood of the mast, to get some grip, and even before he sees whether the other man is slipping or not, he reaches out with his other hand and grabs his arm, to keep him from potentially falling.]