The creaking of wood would break through the sounds of battle and Sirius was struggling. The overwhelming smell of blood was making it rise to the surface, clawing at him from within to try and escape. This didn't really affect the pirates much, they were used to fighting. So used to this that they had a bit more..control in this minute. And yet, he felt his heart twist and sink as he spotted Maria up here. Running to her as fast as he could, he didn't even think that there was a chance that the mast could crush him too. Sliding to a stop beside her, he raised his arms up and braced himself. Only to feel a horrible and hefty weight press down upon him!
A pained sound left him as his knees buckled, his body being pushed down as he struggled with it. Gritting his teeth, he groaned as he tried harder. Tried to push up, to use his arms or just anything!! However, the physical strain and life threatening situation was the last push it needed. His groan slowly turned into a growl as his gritted teeth became sharper, turning into fangs. He could feel it, the beast that lived just under the skin. The strength it held....it surged through him to where he was able to adjusting his stance and slowly started to push the broken mast up as he stood up more. His back was currently toward Maria although she'd notice that the man now sported....a mostly white wolf tail that had bits of grey in it.
The fur puffed up as it stood on end, the growling grew louder as he pushed the mast up a little higher. A flick of his tail to the right as he felt it taking over. A hunting ground...filled to the brim with prey. A hunt that could last him hours at the most....as the strength filled him, he felt something else. Hunger. The beast never got to hunt, never got to truly catch it's meals. Always the humanity that was in this weak body was holding it back. Trying to keep itself going, to keep itself human. Pathetic really.