As Crang enters the kitchen, he sees one baby holding what appears to be a ladle, wielding it like a flail to beat a cook's helper, another all but disappeared into a barrel of pickles, and a third growling and barking like a dog at everyone concerned. As Crang looks around, they all turn and see him and begin advancing menacingly...
Baby is currently nesting in the crow's nest. With a high pitched whistle that shakes the deck footing, Baby lurches out of the nest and wings down toward the goblins, barreling into Splurg and Spots and sending them all rolling.
You're interrupted by a large wet tongue slurping you happily, following by a low trilling note. Spots growls back in his throat, looking long-suffering and none too happy.
Splurg dashes after the goblin babies, grabbing each and hurling them into the water. Spots joins in, seemingly very much enjoying the game, while Baby makes enthusiastic hooting sounds that start to make your teeth hurt. Finally, only one goblin youth remains, a tiny little gob who has gotten hold of a shard of metal. He stands, back against the mast, holding the shard of metal menacingly and hissing.
"Me cap'n! Me tiny cap'n! You no throwin' tiny cap'n!" he hisses at you.
"I likes you spirit tiny cap'n, you can join the cap'nz or you can joinz the other babies in the bath, choose quick like" 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12intimidate
The little gob captain peers at Crang with dubiousness written across his face. "Is you lying cap'n?"
The remainder of the goblin babies are captured and/or fished from the sea, soaking wet and much calmer now. They're all returned to their cages, save the tiny captain and the pickle barrel gob, who has apparently gnawed a hole to breathe through and is currently mumbling something incoherent. You manage to catch the phrase: "And the goddess' image shall take flight and with it shall go the sword-key. She walks toward the vault, to open the door with no lock, to release the Keeper of the Ways, though it shall avail Her not, for the Keeper has Its own agenda. Make ready the sails and follow the fish who glow and they shall lead you to the way." Oddly enough, it speaks in perfect Common.
Crang's face falls in disappointment at the lil' goblin's response and he wanders off to listen to the crazy pickle baby, muttering to himself, Was a gud tricksy, i fort...
Whoosi is broken out of his stupor of his lost dream of having sex with an elven woman captive sex slave on the back of the luscious figurehead; sigh, by the commotion of the goblin babies. He laughs; he chortles; and enjoys their antics. As the babies get thrown overboard; he shouts out for each ones dive?
6 4 8 7
As the last of the diving gob babies were pulled from the drink, the air begins to feel like a storm. A breeze begins to blow and the waves begin to increase. Suddenly, fish are flying through the air! These resemble normal flying fish, except they have some sort of fungus on their backs that glow lightly green in the air...
The glowing fish seem to be following some unseen stream of water and head off to the west. The goblin sailors leap to re-tack the sail and follow the fishes.
Ank-Hore:
The Keeper of the Ways is a term you've heard used in conjunction with Rovagug, the Rough Beast, who is imprisoned at the center of the world and seeks to devour creation. It is said that he is locked in by a door with no lock, created by Asmodeus who alone holds the key.
Ank-hore get a puzzled look as he gazes at the pickle barrel the babe is in wondering about the Prophecy that he has spouted from his infantile maw. then kind of talking to himself but loud enough so the other captains can hear "Why the babe be talk'n 'bout the RovaGugs da Beast he be an oddz one for such a wee babi talk'ns 'bout, he be behinds door no one getz in but Lordz of Darknesses. he get really Close to the Barrel "WHY!!!
The goblin crew has set the sails and the ship is now following in the wake of the glowing fishes as they leap and sail out of and back into the water.
The glowing fish migration continues into the night and the next morning. The sunrise sees you in unfamiliar waters, with no glowing fishes to speak of. However, off on the horizon you can see a small island, dominated by a single tall mountain peak, jutting into the air like a tooth.
Ank-hore kicks the pickle barrel every time he goes near it, not trusting the pickle baby.
"oooooohhh, Landz Ahoyz." Ank-hore kicks the barrel again not sure whether the pickle baby is even still alive. "Capt'ns Land, wez be able to leave the babies and start new while 'xplore."
Whoosi is wondering why the fishes glow and considering applications if he can learn the secret of their phosflourence and if he can reproduce it so comments can be heard as he watches the fish.
Distill em dry em n crush ta powder activatin by soem acid maybe vineeegar is it what deys eats maybe? of dis sun on water maybe; sometin in da water da fishes possessed maybees...
Whosi, if you caught a couple of the fish, you're pretty sure you could extract the organs responsible for the glow. You're not quite able to reproduce it, but you could treat it so it lasts longer. Essentially you're making a double strength glow rod!
Whosi, make a profession sailor check to see how successful you are.
The island in the distance is rapidly growing closer as the goblin crew tacks the sails to catch the wind. However as you get closer, you see the true danger: reefs just below the surface. You order sails taken down and anchors away; if you're going to get to the island, it's a rowboat for you from here on out.
The boat is loaded and launched with the heroes aboard, and as they navigate through the reefs they notice something odd: the reefs are moving. Moving with the island, which seems to be floating on the ocean itself, a massive landmass unmoored from the sea floor. You can't see what powers this massive anomaly, but the white sandy beach seems real enough, as does the sudden smell of brimstone in the air as the mountain above you rumbles and belches great black smoke and ash.
You can see quite clearly tracks leading from the beach toward the volcano's base, tracks that seem to be from a larger woman, possibly your figurehead.
