Geralt is having a fine conversation and he's more than a little drunk when a hole appears in the side of the ship--complete with storm and weather. That's anxiety-provoking enough, but now Geralt has to deal with a giant tentacle, too. It slithers inside and crushes a table of sweets into kindling.

Geralt's hand reflexively reaches for his sword and it's not there.

"Shit," Geralt curses and he starts grabbing whatever steak knives he can get his hands on. The party has a buffet and there's a butcher's knife there. He grabs that out of the roast and, in his drunken state, decides that he really should go after the tentacle. Of course, that's when the giant rodents attack and start stuffing passengers in their mouths. Geralt is appalled. This is exactly what creatures like him were created to prevent and he doesn't even have his sword. Shit.

Geralt immediately goes to help whoever looks like they're having trouble with a chipmunk, determined to save whoever he can from being kidnapped.