Love it or Limpet

<Gazlowe spreads the plans on the table and jabs a tiny finger aft of the ship below the waterline.> There! The hull is thinnest here, where the crankshaft meets the paddlewheel. And it's right next to the magazine! ‹name›, I can't be held responsible if some enterprising Horde ‹class› were to attach a limpet mine to that part of the hull. Not even if I supplied the mine. And paid him. Handsomely. The ship is anchored just southeast of here... go to it! Then radio me with this stolen gnomecorder.