Rope works well enough for now, and there's plenty of that around, especially once he's untied the children. They all crowd towards the door, pale and wide-eyed, and though he reaches out with an encouraging smile, they avoid both him and Michael.

Turning to the girl, he shakes dizziness and pain off as best he can, gives her a softer smile.

"Elsie, I'm sorry we scared you. Can you take these kids back to their parents, please?"

She's still staring at Pierre's body, but looks up when he puts a large hand on her shoulder. "Please," he repeats, and she nods, ushers the children out with a fearful glance over her shoulder.

"Which one of you is the captain?" he asks, coming over to the groaning men Michael is untying. One mad lifts his hand, and Wolfwood helps him up.

"The engines aren't damaged," the man says, wincing as he touches a cut on his head. "We'll get moving again soon. For now, I'll have my men take these goons to the brig."

"There are more in the halls," Wolfwood advises, before lifting the Punisher awkwardly with his left hand.

His shoulder is throbbing. "And, Captain? I'd appreciate it you'd drop my friend and me off elsewhere. We aren't headed to December."