Ah, well here, let me help. *ding!* [i]You wake up on a raft with eight metric tons of tin, steel, and titanium scrap metal. You feel bandages on your head and a piece of paper in your hand. It reads:[/i] "Blowtorch is in the toolbox behind you. Ask for permission before you sink a ship next time" *you sit up, the raft has made landfall on an unkown beach*