"Wait, if you're feeling passive," he said, smooth and dry. "Or perhaps find someone who does know what they're doing. But I don't think this is the sort of thing where good intentions will help, so I'd leave it alone otherwise."

Worst case scenario, it stopped firing. Well, second-worst case. "Worst" would probably involve the thing exploding. Either way, it was probably a nightmare for the sailors, but negligible as far as Saralegui was concerned. He'd won larger battles with fewer resources.

"In the meantime, perhaps help deal with them?" Retreating a few steps behind another (fully functional) cannon, Saralegui gestured with his head at a trio of pirates that were just dropping in off a zipline they'd attached at some point.