"Sadly, I did not. Doubly sadly, you weren't the first to point it out to me, though you were the first to be civilized about it!
Seabourne turned his head and shouted the last part down the hallway, as though he was hoping it would be overheard. While doing so, Scotty caught a view of Seabourne's wrist. A nasty bruise was taking up position around a green v-shaped slash. Seabourne turned back to Scotty.
"It appears we're not the only ones interested in the room. Cabin. I meant cabin!"
Seabourne gave a wave of his still functional wrist to indicate the door to 308 which was guarded by the goose. Miraculously, there was someone on board Orlando having a worse day than Scotty. Even more miraculously, the creature was still alive, though the universe looked well on its way to correcting this oversight. The bird looked significantly smaller than before, surrounded by assorted leaks, smears, and patches of feathers coming out of various orifices. Its breathing was strained. Its chest heaved up and down in no discernable rhythm with bubbling and gurgling noises coming from within. Its legs flailed, struggling to get traction on the various fluids on the ground. Three of its wings looked broken as it raised them up in challenge. But the eyes, the eyes were functioning normally. Full of anger and rage and hell bent on revenge. It hissed at the two men, ejecting a small amount of bloody spittle.
"One thing we discovered when these were aboard Breezewood is a strong attraction to electromagnetic fields. They did a number on the number-3 conduit before we properly shielded it. The boffins on Cambridge theorized they're sensitive to magnetic poles for navigation during their migrations. My guess is he's here for the same reason we are, because SOMETHING behind that door is sucking up power like it's going out of style."
The two men stared at the creature, once their ticket onto the ship but now their biggest obstacle.
"I tried asking it nicely and now I'm out of ideas and almost out of wrists. What say you?"
