Grab the wheel and hope for the best.

Sparrow has just enough time to see Shanna hurl herself over the rail down the the main deck before turning her attention to the wheel.

She grabs hold of the wheel, then tries to pull. The wheel offers far more resistance than Sparrow had expected. She strains, taking hold of the wheel with both hands and straining.

Slowly, she begins to turn the wheel, just a little at a time. With equal slowness, the ship starts to steady, the deck slowly tilting until it becomes even once more.

Sparrow places her feet far apart, trying to add to her stability as she holds onto the wheel tightly. This isn't so bad. She has time to think before the deck begins to tilt the other way. With a grimace, she tries to adjust the wheel, overcompensating a second time, though its nowhere near as obvious this time.

Finally, as the ship finally levels out, she turns her attention towards the fighting again. The deck of the ship is littered with the dead and dying. And there, towards the front end of the ship is about two dozen women, facing off against a third as many men. With Shana in the lead, the girls advance, the men quickly giving ground to their better armed and more numerous opponent.

She men are cornered, Sparrow can hear Shanna speaking, loudly against the wind, "Lay down your arms and we dont kill ye outright," Something in her tone suggests that she hopes they don't give up.