We fire a large shell right into the middle of the flying men. It explodes, killing and scattering them everywhere!
But it was just a distraction! The ships behind them have fired their compressed air guns! Most shot got lucky, broke through our reinforced hull, and hit our boilers! Our engines are down! We can't move the ship!
Their ships are surrounding us! Their men are boarding us! Our guns were designed for icebergs, not war, and we can't turn them in all directions. Either we surrender or we fight to the death, outnumbered a thousand to one!