"Guybrush."
Guybrush's hand reacted faster than his brain. It whipped into his pocket, pulled out his blaster, and shot in the comm screen. Sparks flew from the console, as electricity discharged itself.
Still going on pure reaction, Guybrush turned and pulled open the passage door. For a second time, Guybrush remembered the fire. It was right before him, almost up to the doorway.
Smoke poured into the room.
Wally was up behind him. "Run!" said Guybrush. He pelted forward, leaping the flames where they licked along the floor. They crashed through smoke, bounced off the walls, and ended up in a junction of passages. Fire seemed to be coming from everywhere. It was an assault of orange light and hungry, crackling sound that came from everywhere.
"Move! Move! Move!" shouted Guybrush.
"Move where?" said Wally.
Guybrush was momentarily at a loss. "Over there!" he finally spluttered.
They ran over there.
"Now where?"
"Keep moving!"
"But it's a dead end."
It was. They had in fact ended up in front of the broom closet. They were trapped, hemmed in by a wall of flame only twelve feet away.
There was nothing to be done. Helpless, Guybrush and Wally just stood there, watching the flames turn the passage floor into dripping metal, hearing the ship disintegrating around them. They waited for the end...
Upchuck sat back, steepling his fingers and smiling.
He hadn't expected that. Guybrush would rather shoot up his comm link than talk to him! Upchuck could understand that, but only up to a point. There was nothing he would rather do than talk to Guybrush, preferably with Guybrush in a huge pit full of ten foot spikes.
Still, there remained the question of what to do now. The ship was just sitting there, its controls deadened by Upchuck's sophisticated magnetic weaponry, but it would not do to leave Guybrush alone. He could surprise you sometimes with his off-the-wall ingenuity.
Upchuck released the magnets, and flew toward Guybrush's prone ship...