Nefertiti Abdul |
Nefertiti deflates as she remembers what Elemakule told her of were sharks.
"Captain, there's nothing I can do to cure Filthy Jack of his condition. If we were in town, we might be able to find someone who could... But only if Filthy Jack truly wanted to change and only if he hasn't tasted blood. We have five long days of sailing ahead, an incoming storm and your friends to rescue."
Nefertiti looks at Zem, miserably. "We don't have the manpower to risk keeping him. Unless Lani has a miracle in his kit, I see no other way out of this. Do you?"
"I know you think me harsh but I have never lied to you. If I thought we could save him, I would have already suggested it."
Zemwaar |
On my way home - I'll have a post up soon, but the concept of simply executing a defeated man won't even register with Zem. Doesn't make sense in his head ;)
Zemwaar |
Then she looks at Zem, and says, "He won't die now. If you ask me to heal him the rest of the way, Malama, I will. But I want you to consider what you're asking. If I save him, I'll be responsible for him. He'll become my family, like you did. Like Rata did. A hungry monster that we cannot contain and dare not let loose. Do you still want me to do this?"
And then she pauses, looking at Zem with an agonized expression. "I don't know what he was, but he wanted to eat us. I think he's suffering in the state he's in, and dangerous too. Is this what you want, Malama?"
"Put in those terms, yes Aka. I think we should keep him alive, and as a captive. And yes - he would become our responsibility" - Zemwaar answers without hesitation.
Jacinth scowls but then nods to Zem and Nef as they work to stabilize the bleeding wereshark. "He will not be able to answer our questions if he dies now - and I am most interested in learning how and why he boarded this ship!" she snarls in anger. Then with a sigh, she begins to rub one temple as she considers the ramifications of allowing the creature to live. "However, Nef has a point. We simply do not have the manpower to devote to guarding a prisoner, especially one such as this. Something will have to be done with him, and soon. Nef has already made her feelings on the matter crystal clear," she nods at the priestess and then turns her gaze to Zemwaar. "What would you propose?"
"Believe me I understand your concerns" - the Moamasu looks at Jacinth - "I propose he be tied and restrained as best as we can, and watched as possible - he can be kept up top where all can keep him under observation. And securely bound, so as not to simply jump overboard"
With a disgusted look, Ke' shoves people aside to kneel by the fallen man. He checks the man for his injuries...
[dice=Heal]1d20+8
...then mixed together a reagent with a small bottle to make an infusion of Cure Light Wounds. He then applies it to the man, healing 1d8+4 damage.
Zemwaar nods in approval of Ke'ahilani - "Well done brother, and thank you"
As Lani heals the man, Nefertiti gently asks Zem, "The galley where I worked yesterday, alone, is 20 feet from here. What do you think would have happened if the creature had emerged from hiding then?"
"Your life would be endangered Aka, I am aware of that" - there is a glint in the man's eyes.
"Captain, there's nothing I can do to cure Filthy Jack of his condition. If we were in town, we might be able to find someone who could... But only if Filthy Jack truly wanted to change and only if he hasn't tasted blood. We have five long days of sailing ahead, an incoming storm and your friends to rescue."
Nefertiti looks at Zem, miserably. "We don't have the manpower to risk keeping him. Unless Lani has a miracle in his kit, I see no other way out of this. Do you?"
"I know you think me harsh but I have never lied to you. If I thought we could save him, I would have already suggested it."
Zemwaar takes one look at the man, then back at Nef and the others - "I do not understand what you are trying to tell me Aka - you would send a consumed, sick, defeated, bound man, to his death? Or even worse, kill him yourself? Why? Because he is a danger to us?" - he opens his eyes wide - "This trip is a danger to all of us, perhaps much more than this bound weakling, is it not? Yet we are here, because we decided to do what we believe is right, and aid Jacinth in perhaps saving her friends" - he adds, looking back at their captain - "Why? For money? Perhaps, but I know there is more - because we believe its the right thing to do? Because we care for their fate? I would believe so" - he lets the thought hang, then looks back at “Filthy Jack” flexing his fists.
"Make no mistake" - he speaks in a low voice - "I have killed men with my hands, in the heat of battle, others that aimed to take mine, or the life of those I care for, but this is different - this is an execution of a defeated man. In my tribe, he would be indentured to serve those he tried to harm, and if his ways did not change, he would be released in the wild, far away from our homes, to fend for himself, and with the promise of death if he returned" - he seems to reminisce on some past memory - "But there are other laws in Port Shaw, and if you prefer, we should keep him securely bound until we return, and deliver him to those that uphold them" - then turns back to his companions, looking at each one at a time, and staring at Nef - "We cannot simply kill him, and move away, as if it meant nothing"
Ke'ahilani |
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"Well done brother, and thank you"
"Don't thank me for this brother, I just wanted him to talk. His presence is too... coincidental for me to swallow."
He shook his head sadly."I have no power to break the curse on this man. And he's too dangerous to keep. I say we maroon him on the next convenient island. If the Port wants him, they can go get him themselves.
"The only trick in my pot is something the white men call 'Polypurpose Panacea'. It can, among other things, give 8 hours of dreamless sleep, if we need to be doing other things than guard him. Just keep in mind, I only made one of them."
Nefertiti Abdul |
Nef stares back at Zem. "You think me heartless." She feels the weight of his disapproval heavy on her heart, and she trembles, but still she stands before him. "You asked me why I would slay a captured, consumed, and injured man. And make no mistake... Yes, I would slay this man with my bare hands." She says this evenly, eyes welling up because she knows that any moment he will turn from her in disgust, and possibly never look her way again.
"Malama, I would do this to save this man's future victims. If this man escapes us, and he will, we will be responsible for the sickness he spreads and the deaths he causes."
Then she deflates. "But you have asked me to make this man family, and I have never been able to deny you."
She kneels down, and gets out the smelling salts once more. "I will meet you halfway, Malama. Let us find out if he has fed and if he wants to change. You look at him and study his heart and weigh the truth in his words. If he has not yet fed and if he truly wants to be changed and healed, I will back you and make this man family -- though I think your plan misguided. I will do this for you, Malama.".
She then meets his dark gaze. "You tell me what you see in his eyes and manner. If he lies, you will tell me. And if he's not sincere, I will run him through myself."
Oren Mitabu |
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Oren rolls his eyes at the back and forth. Weve already spent too long discussing this one's fate. I'd just as soon pitch him over the side, but...
He turns to the niece. "Captain, got anything for me to do? This debate is achieving us nothing except wasting our time. Let's keep the vessel heading forward while these others conduct a trial."
Jacinth Deepwarder |
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Jacinth gives Oren a curt nod. "Yes. I believe you, the menehune, and our resident pyromaniac are still on duty according to Nef's roster. Return to your posts for now. I believe that between the rest of us we can contain this man, at least for the moment." That said, she turns her gaze back to Zemwaar and Nef, well aware that the man on the ground isn't the only source of tension in the cramped hallway. "For the record, I find myself in agreement with Nef," she says, her voice low and tense. "Even if we were able to keep him contained, what would you have us do with him should we encounter more foul weather or other dangers on our voyage that necessitate leaving him unguarded for any length of time? He may or may not attempt escape in such a situation, but I do not wish to test our luck."
"However..." she adds, giving the creature an appraising look. "I will humor you Zemwaar and allow you to question him, as Nef suggests. Assuming he truly seeks healing...then perhaps some degree of leniency can be made for him. We Deepwarders do recognize the need for benevolence where appropriate." Her face then darkens. "But make no mistake, if he proves himself a continued danger to this ship and her crew then I will put an end to him and his madness if necessary - quick and clean. Neither one of you need have a hand in it."
And if it will circumvent further trouble between these two in the future, so be it. I need them both focused.
Rata Fenn |
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Rata laughs at Oren's abrupt manner, and nods along with him, although he still gives the man-shark a hard glare, "In the Mwangi, stowaways are dealt with swiftly and without mercy. Make him walk the plank, he'll be out of our hands and most likely survive the encounter, since you are so worried about saving him - this "man". As far as I'm concerned he is a man no longer. No man that I am aware of can shapechange into a shark and thirsts for blood." Gesturing to his daggers, "If it were up to me, I'd slit his throat and be done with it. After we question him, of course. I am curious as to how he came to be upon our ship."
Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
If we're going to agonize over every little detail of this trip, it's going to be a long voyage, indeed...
Nefertiti Abdul |
Yeah we've dragged this out a bit. Sorry. Man, Nef and Zem fight so much they might as well be married already. :)
Nef wafts the smelling salts under Filthy Jack's nose.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29
"Jack, wake up! I know you're hungry. Have you tasted the blood and flesh you hunger for yet?"
If he says no...
"There's still a chance for you, Jack. You haven't fed yet. Tell me, do you want to be free of the Shark God? To be able to touch another person without wanting to feed upon them? Are you willing to fight the voice of Dajobas in your head? What do you truly want?"
The Kraken |
The smelling salts have their desired effects, bring the unfortunate soul back to consciousness. His gaze still remains unfocused, and it takes several minutes for Nefertiti to get him to focus on her words.
An involuntary spasm shakes his body as he tries to answer her. "Nnnnn...no....I 'ave not fed...yet...YET....OOOhhhh....th' taste o' it...Soooo..." His voice trails off as the priestesses' words sink in. He finally manages to look up at her as he adds, "Yes...YES...I wish ta be free...FREE!"
Nefertiti Abdul |
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Nef stares at Filthy Jack a long while, then raises her eyebrows as she looks at Jacinth and Zem. Jack can't be saved if he doesn't want to be. And he doesn't want salvation.
And she waits, hoping they see the truth behind the monster's lies as she does.
Zemwaar |
Nef stares back at Zem. "You think me heartless." She feels the weight of his disapproval heavy on her heart, and she trembles, but still she stands before him. "You asked me why I would slay a captured, consumed, and injured man. And make no mistake... Yes, I would slay this man with my bare hands." She says this evenly, eyes welling up because she knows that any moment he will turn from her in disgust, and possibly never look her way again.
"Malama, I would do this to save this man's future victims. If this man escapes us, and he will, we will be responsible for the sickness he spreads and the deaths he causes."
Zemwaar listens and answers - "It is not true - I do not think you heartless. That is why I have asked why you act so. Now I know why you would take the role of judge and executioner" - his tone is even - "But I do think there is more than one way to contain a sickness - killing the sick is but one of them" - the man adds.
He listens to the others willing to simply take the man's life without a second thought, actually going even further and being ready to interrogate and then execute him - his brow furrows, jaws tensing, and easing only at Jacinth's words.
Nef stares at Filthy Jack a long while, then raises her eyebrows as she looks at Jacinth and Zem. Jack can't be saved if he doesn't want to be. And he doesn't want salvation.
And she waits, hoping they see the truth behind the monster's lies as she does.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
"He tells us what we want to hear, to try and save his own life" - Zemwaar states matter of fact - "Does it surprise anyone?" - he shakes his head.
"I have put forth all that I wish to say on this. I will defer to Jacinth as the captain of this ship, but I will not execute this man" - he steps to the back of the room, arms crossed at chest level, and remains silent.
Not really wanting to drag this, but Zemwaar is stern like that. And he's got some principles... I just dropped the subject though ;)
Jacinth Deepwarder |
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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Jacinth stares at the crazed man for a long moment before shaking her head. "No...no it does not. So be it." Kneeling down behind the creature as he attempts to focus on Nef, Jacinth firmly grasps him by the hair with one hand as she uses her other to bring her dagger up and across his throat in one swift motion.
Coup de Grace (Dagger): 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10
As Filthy Jack swiftly bleeds out, Jacinth's expression remains impassive. Perhaps in some acknowledgement of the fact that he was once human and not a monster, she does pass a hand over his eyes once it is all over, to close them. Getting to her feet once more, she gazes around at those assembled. "It is done," she says with a weary sigh. "Return him to the cargo hold for now. Nef, when you next make your offerings you may...use the flesh he has left behind, if you wish," she grimaces, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of flesh offerings. "He will be returned to the sea either way."
Oren Mitabu |
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Oren was a bit surprised by the decisiveness of Captain Jacinth, but he was glad to see her smelly resolve in doing the dirty deed herself. There was clearly more to this young girl than met the eye. Well hell, she might turn into a worthy Captain before this trip is over, despite hersef!
"Back to work! The Captain has spoken," Oren calls out, making sure the ship continued heading toward the destination. "If Whale is angry at us, best for all of us to be at our stations prepared, and not standing around squabbling," he ordered, smiling as he listened to himself being all professional-like. Definitely not his usual tone!
Nefertiti Abdul |
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Nef says to Jacinth, "No, l've changed my mind. Let us bury him as a man, not an offering. Though he became an enemy of Tohorara when he accepted the kiss of Dajobas, I'm not certain that was of his choosing. I will say a prayer to Horus and hope the Eagle can guide him to whatever afterlife the man has earned for himself."
She says the traditional Tulitan prayer for fallen adversaries, and ends with, "You were a monster, but you lived most of your life as a man. May your soul win free of Dajobas though your body could not."
When she is finished, she says, "We can commit him to the deep now. Though I don't want his body as an offering, I will take the dragon smoke we found on him.". She puts the dragon smoke sticks in her pouch and says, "Offerings should reflect the giver. Zem is right. The body of a sick, misguided soul... That is not how Eagle should wish to honor Whale."
After they clean up the hold, she asks Zem in a small voice, "Malama, are we okay?" She offers him her hand.
Zemwaar |
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Zemwaar clenches his jaws when the man is murdered, but does not say another word.
After they clean up the hold, she asks Zem in a small voice, "Malama, are we okay?" She offers him her hand.
"We are" - is the simple answer, but he does not take her hand, instead returning to his bunk to sleep, jaws still clenched.
The Kraken |
With the grisly business of your stowaway taken care of, you make sure to take the body topside (so as not to stink up the ship too much) and secure it to one side of the vessel, out of the way. You then turn your attention back to the sea which you are sailing on...
As the morning progresses, Zemwaar notes there is indeed a storm bearing down on you, and it looks to be a big one. A large mass of greyish clouds heading from further east where the ocean continues past the horizon looks to dump heavy rains upon the Rita and her riders. The Tulita warrior believes the storm will strike sometime just after the noon hour, which gives you plenty of time to prepare the ship for the storm. Nefertiti knows this is no place for a neophyte sailor like her and she stays safely below decks out of the way.
As the storm hits waves like great gray-green boulders smash against the ship every minute. The overhead clouds have descended to a point where it seems the ship is in a large chamber. Wind hurtles against the vessel and its sail, trying to rip it from the mast and rigging. All loose items on deck vie for attention from the crashing waves or the blustery wind. While the temperature remains as hot as the day before, the increased wind mitigates the effects somewhat. No Fort checks required for Heat stroke.
Jacinth has her hands full keeping the Rita from heeling as the wind is striking the ship at the near optimum angle, called reaching in old sailor talk. This would be a good thing normally, if the winds were not blowing so hard. Time and again she is forced to alter course so as to avoid running too fast, causing the Rita to heel too far over and capsizing.
During the storm, which lasts several hours (1300-1600 hours) , I need those on duty topside to give me Acrobatics roll DC 12 to avoid mishaps. Keep in mind your +4 bonus for your lifelines.
Time Check 1300 hours, Day 2.
Nefertiti Abdul |
0700 hours
"We are" - is the simple answer, but he does not take her hand, instead returning to his bunk to sleep, jaws still clenched.
Nefertiti deflates. Though she is tired, she does not go back to sleep. She can't bear to be in the same room with Zem now. Instead, she does what she always does when upset. She takes to the heights.
She flies with Wedjat, and buries her face in the Eagle's feathers, trying hard not to cry. The ocean is beautiful from high above and she allows Wedjat to dive and rise again as often as he likes. Eventually, she lands back on deck, next to the ship's wheel and Oren's solid presence.
"Oren? Can you give me advice? Zem's so angry with me right now. I... I don't know what to do."
0800 Hours
She works the galley, gets meals for everyone, and scrubs at the bloodstains in the hold and on the deck of the ship as penance for herself, throwing herself into her work.
1200 hours
She makes sure the shift change happens, and then realizes that with the upcoming storm she once again will be unable to propitiate whale. Instead, she busies herself with every sort of work she can find to support her little crew.
Was I right? Does it matter?
She gives Zem space, hoping that this is the right decision. She experiments with talking as little as possible, thinking that maybe she shouldn't be so fast to volunteer opinions. If I hadn't said anything, would Zem still love me?
Then she sighs and rejects the thought. She is who she is -- a person who must take a stand against monsters, even at the cost of the good opinion of the one she values most.
Why is the body still tied to the boat? I assumed that after saying last rites, she would commit it to the deep.
Ke'ahilani |
Ke' stumped about the deck, battening down hatches, securing gear and shortening sails.
Profession:Sailor: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Acrobatics DC12: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 4 = 20
Oren Mitabu |
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Conversation with Nef
"That one is stubborn, Nef. He has his beliefs, and they are unshakeable. You'd best prepare for that if you plan on being a part of his life. You are similar," Oren says with a grin. "It will never be boring as the two of you will be at loggerheads from time to time. Give him his space for the time being. He obviously cares for you...let him work through his own feelings. Go talk to him tomorrow. He'll be in a better mood, I'd bet."
Acrobatics 1d20 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 4 = 9
Rata Fenn |
If were still following the shift schedule laid out to me by Nef, then Rata's shift was 0500-1300 and therefore he will be heading belowdecks just as the storm hits?
Rata drops down from the ropes and helps batten down any loose items before stretching his tired limbs and making his way down to bed, "Be cautious, we've got quite a storm coming. Be sure your life line is secure." He says to whomever is rising for the next shift.
Zemwaar |
In the morning Zemwaar goes about his tasks without a single word - when noticing the storm heading their way, he makes sure all are warned against it.
When the shift changes, he goes down below for a couple of minutes to eat something, and then returns up top to assist with manning the ship against the torment.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 4 = 25
Nefertiti Abdul |
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At 1300, Nef is exhausted. Seeing only Rata in the room, she finally goes down for a 2 hour nap, saying her prayers to Horus for the safety of the ship and all who sail aboard her first.
When she gets up, she still feels shaky and hollow inside, as if the best part of her has been ripped away. She knocks on the door of the Captain's Cabin, and waits for Jacinth to answer.
"Captain, may I have permission to move my things and a hammock into the Steward's Cabin at the back of the Rita?"
Nef's voice is calm, but she looks suddenly small and lost.
Is this why my Mother warned me against love? she thinks. And yet, she can't stop loving him.
She looks at Jacinth. "Please?"
The Kraken |
Despite some harrowing moments for those who are manning the sails topside, the storm blows over after several hours leaving the Rita battered but otherwise seaworthy. There are some spots on the ship that will need attending to but certainly nothing the more experienced sailors cannot handle.
As the storm blows over passing your ship to continue inland, the wind still maintains its intensity and as the evening approaches the wind starts increasing speed once again, causing the Rita to nearly fly across the water. Jacinth estimates the winds have shaved nearly a half day off of your projected travel time....until...
As the hour approaches midnight Jacinth notes the winds die down to barely a ripple, causing the Rita's sails to hang limply down. The elvish Captain steps out on deck, noting the clear star filled sky and waits patiently for the wind to pick up again. With a few choice words in her native tongue, she realizes the Rita is now caught in the doldrums. Without manning the oars or other more unusual means the best the Rita can do is maintain her current position. Fortunately, the doldrums do not last long....usually.
Time Check: 2300 hours, day 2.
Oren Mitabu |
As it was almost time for his shift to begin, Oren had began stirring. Once he was apprised of the situation, he nodded. "I know a spell that would allow me to produce one quick burst of wind, but it only lasts a split second, and using it up here might damage the boat more than help us. My magic is useless in this situation.".
Jacinth Deepwarder |
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Post FJ encounter
"No, l've changed my mind. Let us bury him as a man, not an offering. Though he became an enemy of Tohorara when he accepted the kiss of Dajobas, I'm not certain that was of his choosing. I will say a prayer to Horus and hope the Eagle can guide him to whatever afterlife the man has earned for himself."
"Very well," Jacinth nods, a little relieved that Nef has changed her mind. "And you have a fair point, his transformation may have been forced upon him...though that does not change the fact that it and the dragon smoke rendered him mad. I know some of you may disagree," she glances at Zemwaar, "but there are times when the kindest option is to simply put an end to suffering...man or beast."
Morning Shift
After seeing to the disposal of Filthy Jack's remains, Jacinth opts not to return to bed as it is close to the start of her morning shift...and she's relatively certain that she would be unable to return to sleep at this point even if she had the time. As the morning passes, she focuses on attempting to gain as much ground as possible before the approaching storm catches up with the Rita. Despite most of the crew seemingly satisfied with the resolution to the Filthy Jack situation, the lingering tension emanating from Zemwaar and Nef's unusually subdued manner are not lost on the elf and she sighs quietly to herself.
As long as it does not interfere with the operation of the ship, leave it be and let them sort it out...it is not your place to get involved.
Afternoon; Free Time
At the change of shift, Jacinth heads below deck with her usual orders to seek her out should anything require her attention or if her assistance is needed topside during the storm. After partaking in a small snack in the galley, she heads to her cabin in the hopes that of unwinding for a time and perhaps even catching a brief nap before her evening shift at the helm begins. Dozing, she's surprised when she hears a knock at her door and the sound of Nef's voice. As she opens her door and allows the woman to enter, the turmoil raging within the priestess is all but written on her face despite the calmness of her voice.
"Captain, may I have permission to move my things and a hammock into the Steward's Cabin at the back of the Rita?"
"Please?"
Jacinth furrows her brow for a moment as if in thought before nodding her assent. "Yes, you may, if you believe that would be best for the time being. You know the others better than I, so I will trust in your judgement on how to best keep morale high." Her manner is calm and no-nonsense and for a moment, it seems as if that's all the elven woman has to say on the matter. However as Nef turns to leave, something about her hangdog demeanor is too much for Jacinth to take.
By the sea and stars, am I really going to do this? she sighs to herself, somewhat exasperatedly.
"Nef? I am going to take my hat off for a moment and speak with you woman to woman, if I may." Once Nef has responded, she begins. "At the risk of putting my foot in it, I have to say that I believe you are taking this disagreement between Zemwaar and yourself too personally. This is your first 'argument' I take it?" She allows Nef to answer before continuing. "In my experience and based on past observation, this happens with every ah...relationship at some point. You will disagree at times. It happens. The important thing is to give each other some space...which you seem to be doing. Be patient and try speaking with him at a later point, but remember that it is not the end of things to disagree at times." Jacinth's words are well-intentioned but awkward and a bit on the blunt side, as if comforting others is something that she has little practice in doing. "However, I ultimately leave the matter to be settled between the two of you. As long as you both are able to maintain your concentration and focus on the task at hand, it is otherwise none of my affair," she adds, figuratively donning her hat once more.
Evening Shift
Cheered by the passing of the storm and the swift winds, Jacinth is in a rather jaunty mood for the majority of the evening shift, whistling as the Rita swiftly skims across the water. However, her cheer quickly diminishes as the winds die and the ship slows nearly to a halt in the water. Nodding at Oren's assessment of the situation, she sighs. "We have made good time today, but it may end up being for naught if the wind does not pick up again soon. It seems that the only option to continue moving forward is to man the oars and row."
Which I would rather not do because it will tire them out much more quickly. Time is of the essence, however...
Nefertiti Abdul |
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2000 Hours
Carefully tying a lifeline, Nefertiti returns once again to the bowsprit to tell her story to Whale.
Untrained Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 4 = 10
Perform Oratory: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
As she shimmies out over the bucking bowsprit, her heart is heavy despite the kind words from both Oren and Jacinth. Intending to tell the whale a story of Eagle's early travels on the coast, she finds the narrative shifting almost against her will.
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Story to Tohorara, the Whale, Day Two
As Eagle began his journey, he was lonely. He flew long quiet flights along the Razor's coast, but no one amongst the native peoples that he met would talk long to this odd foreigner. One day, while eating some fish on covered dock, a group of sailors attacked him, hoping for sport. Surrounded on all sides, unable to take to the skies, Eagle knew it would be a bad fight.
With the men closing in on him, he suddenly heard a high-pitched "Screeeee!" Looking overhead, Horus saw a large dark female Haast's Eagle in a powerful flying charge. She was nearly twice his size, and a fierce fighter. Side by side, the two eagles fought against the sailors, chasing all before them.
Horus expressed his gratitude to the strange eagle who had flown to his rescue, but she would accept no thanks. "Our meeting was no accident. I have searched long and hard for you. Will you come with me? I am called Makani*." She took him to her tribe of Haast's eagles, where Horus met with her elders. They questioned him closely, wanting to know the heart of this strange eagle who had traveled so far.
"Wind."
Horus told them of his dream to be a brother to his friend the Whale, and to help the Tulita people however he could. He told them of his vow to fight Whale's enemies as if they were his own, and to prove his love for Tohorara. The eagles listened, and were moved. An elder offered to give Horus guest right in the tribe, and assigned Makani as Horus's protector and guide.
Makani was silent and proud, but the most steadfast companion that any traveler could wish. Horus learned to appreciate her strength, courage, and quiet power. Her eyes could not only survey the ground from far below, but also could discern the secrets that lay deep within people's hearts. With her by his side, Horus finally made friends amongst the village peoples of the coast, exploring the fierce and dangerous beauty of the islands and coming to love the people in his own right.
After a while, Horus realized that he could not imagine what life had been like before he had met her. Makani had become his closest friend as well as his guide. Horus could not stop looking at her, and admiring not only the fierce lines of her body, but the tireless dedication she put to everything she did. He spoke words of love to her aloud, and she spoke them back to him in turn.
Then one night a monstrous creation of Dajobas, the were-shark, came to test them. Since coming to these islands, Horus had learned as much as he could of the enemies of Whale, and knew that Whale had fought to banish Shark and his minions from the seas. Makani was asleep, but Horus fought fiercely to protect her, charging the shark as he had so often seen Makani do. He managed to wound it grievously, but it shuddered back from the monster to the man, still barely alive.
Horus watched the man bleed out, willing to let this enemy of his brother die. Then Makani woke up, and begged for the man's life, applying bandages and trying to heal him. Horus tried to explain that he was vowed against whale's enemies. If he saved this man, by Osirion custom he would be making the were shark his family like he had the Whale. He refused to take this monster, who would happily devour all he held dear, as his family. Would it not be kinder to let it die?
Makani disagreed, and Horus, thinking only of his own righteousness, reached out and struck the shark with one fierce claw, ending their argument for once and for all. After that, Makani refused to speak to him, and looked at Horus like he were the monster. Horus wondered if she were right.
Feeling ripped in two, he flew day and night, until he reached the little boat that Whale had once given him.
Tohorara surfaced, great and terrible, and spouting. "Why have you come again? Have I not told you that you were unwelcome?"
And Horus admitted, "You have, but I have nowhere else to go. I had intended to come to you with a victory against your enemies, but instead I come to you with a sundered heart that is full of sorrow."
Then Whale's demeanor softened, and he asked Horus what happened. Horus told his tale, and Whale listened. As Horus ended, he said, "I am a creature of fierce and terrible justice. But what if I am wrong? What if I came here not to deliver justice, but to learn mercy?"
The Eagle cried, feeling every bit the monster Makani believed him to be.
Finally, Tohorara said, "Before he betrayed me, Shark was once my brother. Though I fight him and his agents constantly, I would give anything to have his love once again." Whale was silent for a long time, then said, "Go to your Makani. She gave you love and friendship while I remained wary. Speak to her before the rift between her and you grows too deep."
Horus thanked Tohorara, and prepared to take off, when Whale said, "Wait. Friendship in this world is too rare a commodity to not be valued. Thank you for offering to help me fight my battles, even if you do so in a clumsy and high-handed manner. Whale looked into the eyes of Horus, and said, "Will you come again, Eagle?"
And Eagle agreed that he would...
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PRESENT -- Back in the Real World -- 2100 Hours
Nefertiti always left one spell slot of each level open. On the quiet deck, under the stars, she held aloft a single eagle feather and prayed.
When she was done, she told the Captain, "I can't do anything about the current doldrums, but I can give us an idea of how long they might last, and what weather is coming in the next two days." She looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry that I did not think of this sooner. I'm not much of a sailor, but even I should have figured out how much the weather might affect us."
She casts Read Weather.
Yes, the player didn't realize this was a clerical spell until now. Oops!
Nefertiti Abdul |
Correction to previous: Nef's spell was cast at 2300, not 2100.
The Kraken |
Nefertiti casts her spell divining the weather for the next couple of days and determines there is yet another storm which will strike in the late morning hours stretching to the early afternoon before it blows over. There will also be intermittent rain showers for the rest of the day and throughout the night. Nothing major though to worry about. The following day should be free of any major storms all the way until the end of the spell's duration.
As the midnight hour passes and the ship barely makes enough headway to maintain its current heading, the night breaks out into a multitude of winking stars and the various constellations that make up the night sky. For those of you on watch, this is a rare peaceful time up on the Razor Coast. Indeed few sailors are this fortunate to enjoy such a clear, peaceful setting.
As Oren mans the helm of the Rita, something catches his attention...
Time Check 0300 hours, day 3.
The Kraken |
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I am assuming this is right after the battle with Filthy Jack.
Once the cargo hold is cleared, Aikane searches the cargo hold from top to bottom. He is able to find where the ex-fisherman was able to hide from your detection. The nook where he was able to sequester himself is very difficult to see except from a certain angle. Only a thorough search would have found him. He is not able to find any additional clues as to why he chose your vessel to begin with. Fortunately he did not leave behind any signs of tampering or sabotage, nor any other surprises.
Oren Mitabu |
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Nefertiti Abdul |
Nef goes down a couple minutes before shift change, and leaves a folded note on Zem's bunk.
When Horus found Makani again, he told her, "You are my safe harbor, you are my home. Without you, I am an unanchored and unmanned ship, tossed in a storm. I miss you fiercely. Like the tide, I cannot pull away from you but must return again and again. I will give you space since you wish it, but I will follow you always, the shadow to your sun. Please forgive me."
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She then returns to the privacy of the Steward's Cabin, and tries to go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be better. It has to be.
The Kraken |
The rest of the night passes uneventfully, despite the inner turmoils faced by some of those aboard the Rita. Soon the sun starts its daily ascent from the horizon brightening the sky in streaks of azure and gold.
Time Check 0600 hours, Day 3.
Should you wish to propitiate the Whale, you know you still have at least several hours before the winds are supposed to pick up again, thanks to Nefertiti's spell.
Rata Fenn |
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Rata currently rests soundly belowdecks. But prior to him bedding down he was plagued with thoughts. No, not those of Usha or the whereabouts of his father, but thoughts of a certain woman. An elvish woman to be exact...
2100... or thereabouts
Gazing up at the stars, the calm night a welcome reprieve from the chaotic weather typical of the Razor, Rata's ponders, Jacinth. The way she dealt with Filthy Jack so swiftly, just like Usha would've done - Like I would've done. I know she has never been to Bloodcove or the Mwangi, but she acts like one of us. And noble to boot. He shakes his head at that last thought, Foolish she may have been for leading such an unprepared crew to seek whatever ancient alchemist's chamber she had her sights set on, but can I really fault her for being so passionate about something? When was the last time I was that driven for something, aside from my own quest for revenge?
Wiping a hand across his face he is surprised to see the wetness of tears glistening on his fingers, She holds her head high while doing what she can to make amends for her mistakes, and I can barely bring myself to board a ship. Am I really that weak? How can she be so strong? Maybe... Maybe there is common ground there. Is there a chance that we could build something meaningful on the foundation of our past disgraces? I... I'm not quite sure. But, maybe...
Rata jumps down to the main deck just as Nef and Jacinth are finishing up their discussion of pending weather patterns. Luckily, as Nef excuses herself belowdecks, Jacinth lingers a moment longer. Now's my chance, but what to say? Struggling for words, he blurts out the first thing that comes to him, "A-a lovely night. Don't stay up too late. You need your rest as much as the rest of us..." Caught up in the awkward moment of silence that followed, and quite tongue-tied, he hurriedly excused himself as well, and disappeared belowdecks with a small, but helpless grin.
Nefertiti Abdul |
0500
Nefertiti wakes up well before the dawn, and bathes quickly in her own cabin, creating the water she needs as she scrubs herself down with soap, and then swiftly rinses herself with clean water once again.
Knowing that she can catch up on sleep later, she does not want to waste this precious window of calm weather to go propitiate Tohorara. She shifts into a Tulitan style garment -- bikini top, wrap around skirt -- this time tinted a greenish blue to match the sea.
The anguish of yesterday is gone, replaced with a dull ache that she can push to the background. I am not my mother, she tells herself. I have other duties, other sources of joy. It is time to stop moping and just move on.
Her short hair wet and slicked back like a seal, she goes to the deck. Raising a feather to the air, she says her own prayers to Horus as the sun rises.
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0615
After her own prayers are done, she goes to see Oren at the wheel, and hugs him fiercely, knowing that he has little need to steer in such still waters. She just stands with him a moment, admiring the gorgeous sunrise.
"Opu, I never thanked you for your kind words and advice yesterday. Thank you for being my friend." She pauses, and says, "I'm going out to propitiate Whale this morning, but after that... Do you want to join me in the galley? I was thinking that with all of us having a more leisured morning, maybe we could make a really good group breakfast."
She grins at his smile. "I thought you'd like that."
Then she pauses, thinking of how grim he'd been a few days before, in the Outskirts. "Opu, you were my first introduction to the Tulita people. You were my very first bridge into a culture that I knew nothing about. You've done it for others too. Your art has made tribal tattoos popular amongst non-Tulita. You're friendly, outgoing... a natural ambassador."
She swallows, and touches his arm. "I think bridges are meant to be two way. If you ever decide you're ready to have the traffic flow in the other direction again... I'm willing to help."
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0630
She hastily writes a note and slides it under the Captain's door.
Jacinth,
Thank you for being my friend yesterday when I sorely needed it. I know that yesterday I could barely talk to you. I could barely talk to anyone, but still heard your words and appreciated them. I'll be propitiating Whale this morning while it's still too quiet for us to do anything else.
Take care, Kaikua`ana*. I'll see you at breakfast.
Nef
Older sibling of the same sex. In this case, Nef is affectionately calling Jacinth an older sister.
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0640
Nef turns around, and jumps to find Zem standing behind her, awake and once again, unreadable, staring at her.
He hasn't done that in a long time, she thinks. After he first realized how much it bothered her, he'd deliberately made small noises so as not to startle her. How many minutes had he stood there behind her, just watching?
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Completely flustered to be in his presence once again, she looks down and stammers. "I... I was going to... Malama, will you... help me propitiate Whale? Please?"
Nefertiti Abdul |
0700
She watches Zem's back, as he expertly rows her out from the Rita. The air is cool, and the early morning sun shines off the still waters, making them shimmer. The few clouds above are mirrored in the water, and it feels to Nef oddly like she is once again flying.
At her back is Wedjat, the Haast's Eagle calmly perched on the back of the lifeboat, watching everything.
Perform Oratory: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Pulling a shell from her pouch, she dips it into the sea water, and then pours the water from the shell slowly into the bottom of the boat, symbolically linking them to the waters all around.
Allowing her voice to carry, she calls out the various names of Whale. "Whale, Tohorara, Kohala, Makua..." To the Tulitan names, she adds the name of Whale in Kelesh, the language of her childhood, "ح وت."
"Singer of the deeps, eldest brother of the Three, the first to greet and teach the Tulita when they rowed to these shores, I call to you! I am Nefertiti, chosen of the Eagle. I come as your friend, to honor you and beseech your aid and permission as our tiny ship crosses your waters."
She dips the shell again, pouring the waters over her head, Zemwaar's, and then lightly sprinkling her eagle. Wedjat startles, shaking the water off his feathers, but does not protest. "I bring with me gifts of love for you, the eldest guardian of our people. First, a story...
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Story to Tohorara, the Whale, Day Three -- Propitiation
When Horus traveled with his guide, Makani, he sought the wisdom and guidance of the Tulitan people. Surely they would know the best way to honor his friend, The Whale. What he saw disturbed him, then enraged him. The Tulitan people were living in squalor and disease, working long hours for the plantations. They did not raise their heads to the sun, they did not cry the glory of creation and the song of life.
"What has happened to them?" he cried out in misery, for he had promised Whale to love and honor the Tulitan people as his own.
He met with a few wise people who still clung to the old ways, and they were kind to him. The elders answered his questions about how to honor Whale, and told him sadly of how lost their people were.
And so Horus made a promise. He would help the Outskirts find its dignity again.
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Out of the story, into the present reality
Nefertiti leans over the waters, holding the faucet. "This is the tangible expression of a promise, Tohorara. We will do everything in our power to help your people find dignity and purpose again. I want to organize and inspire them to help themselves, so that we can build a water project that will bring clean water, pride and health to the Outskirts. My gift to you is an offering of love and respect and change."
She kisses the faucet, then drops it to the still waters, saying softly, "Aloha."
Oren Mitabu |
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Oren was quiet the next day, keeping to himself. He wanted to ask the others if anyone had noticed the mermaid. It had to be a mermaid!. It filled his dreams when he went downstairs to rest. It was all he could think about...even throwing himself into his chores the next day didn't help much.
How long will this scent haunt me? Why can't I forget it?
Oren Mitabu |
"The damnedest thing happened this morning at the end of our shift. You might think I'm crazy, but I smelled the perfume...it just overtook all my senses. Have you ever heard of a mermaid? I know that was what the perfume was. I still can't get it out of my head. I can still smell it, like a cross between vanilla and lilac. I know you two didn't smell it or you would have said something. I know it couldn't have just been in my head, could it?"
Nefertiti Abdul |
Can we time stamp this conversation please? Did it happen while Nef was on deck or not?
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EDITED TO ADD: Huh, it was a very short window Nef was on deck. So probably not.
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0615-ish Conversation with Oren at the Helm
Nef waves an arm in front of Oren's face. "Oren? Hello?" She waits for him to focus on her. "I just mentioned three topics you can't resist: the Outskirts, Whale, and Food." Her eyes are full with concern. "You just... stood there.
She sighs, torn between the opportunity given by the weather, and concern for her friend. I have to go propitiate Whale while the weather holds. Why don't you... take a break or something? Oren?"
She leaves her friend, but vows to check in on him more fully when she comes back.
Jacinth Deepwarder |
Earlier the previous evening...
Having finished discussing Nef's divination concerning the weather, Jacinth is looking forward to the end of her shift and hopefully some rest (one of the few positive things about being caught in the doldrums) when she is surprised to see Rata approach her. Aside from speaking when necessary to see to the smooth operation of the Rita, she hadn't spoken with him at length since the day before their departure and his explosion of anger at her.
"A-a lovely night. Don't stay up too late. You need your rest as much as the rest of us..."
Unsure of what to expect, Jacinth finds herself caught off-guard and at a loss for a reply to his words, which seem oddly rushed and awkward compared to what she'd seen of him previously. As he hurriedly excuses himself and heads below deck, she stares after him with a perplexed expression on her face.
That was odd...I wonder where that came from?
However, with the promise of several hours of potentially uninterrupted sleep ahead of her, she shrugs as she also heads below deck after passing the helm off to Oren. Making her way to her cabin, she quickly changes into her sleeping attire and climbs into bed. Surprisingly, sleep does not find her right away. Instead, she finds herself replaying the events of the past several days over in her head, right up through this morning's tangle with Filthy Jack and to Rata's strange words to her only minutes before.
Mother, father...uncle...am I doing what you hoped? Is this what you wanted for me? It is...more difficult than I had imagined. These people are so strange to me, even Nefertiti...is this part of my test as well?
With a sigh she flops over onto her side, still staring into the darkness. Navel-gazing will not do you any good, you know. You are simply tired, you have not had a truly solid night of sleep since before leaving Port Shaw. Did Rata Fenn not say that you needed to be sure to rest? Best not to disappoint him and the rest of the crew by allowing myself to become run-down... she thought as her eyes began to grow heavy at last. Common sense advice of course, but he seemed to mean well. I suppose I should thank him in the morning...
Next morning, ~0700/0800 hours
When Jacinth rises the next morning, she can immediately tell that the uninterrupted sleep has done her good as she feels much calmer and more alert than she has since their voyage began. As she dresses and makes herself presentable for the day, she's startled to see that someone had left her a note. Reading through it, she first finds herself feeling cheered by the fact that Nef seems to be feeling more herself this morning. Upon reaching the note's close she stops, her eyes not believing what they see.
'Kaikua'ana'...elder sister...
Suddenly overcome with emotion, she clenches the hand that holds the note, crumpling it somewhat. No, I have not done anything to earn that designation from you, Nef...but thank you. Perhaps...one day... With a sigh, she gently uncrumples the note and carefully packs it away among her personal possessions before moving to join the others for the day's work.
The Kraken |
Nefertiti returns to the Rita, along with her guide, after the ceremony. There is a feeling of uneasiness which permeates the air, and not just due to the approaching storm. It remains to be seen whether the Whale even heard her pleas...yet it seemed to the priestess SOMETHING did take notice...
Not long after the sun has risen, the winds also start picking up just as you all finish your morning shift change. As the next shift members watch the storm bearing down upon the Rita, you all prepare for the onslaught once again. The thought crosses your minds this is a rough stretch of weather, yet those who are more familiar with the vagaries of the Razor Coast know these storms are not uncommon for this time of year.
The storm strikes you just as Nefertiti's spell predicted, and Jacinth finds herself battling to keep the helm pointed in the direction of your destination. Fortunately, the elvish lady is able to maintain the heading as the storm passes over you.
As the afternoon progresses, the winds continue blowing at a brisk pace, propelling the Rita onward. A quick check of the navigation charts shows she is making good time. Presuming no delays, you may make Dolenta Island half a day ahead of schedule. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, except for a fast moving storm which blows over you as the sun disappears from the horizon. The Rita's pace does not slow as the midnight hour passes with Oren manning the helm once again, occupied by his thoughts. Fortunately, the strange beguiling scent does not return.
The Kraken is hand-waving some rolls here, so as to move things along here....No need to thank me all at once here, he he.
On the fourth day of your voyage, the day dawns clear and bright. Nefertiti knows the storms will take a breather for the entire day and the wind is also cooperating, pushing the Rita in a broad reach along your plotted course.
As the sun travels towards its zenith, Rata Fenn and Nefertiti are topside (along with Wedjat) manning the crows nest, when a speck on the horizon is revealed...with a sense of trepidation you watch the speck grow larger...and it is indeed a SHIP! Judging by the speed of the ship you believe it can overtake the Rita without too much effort.
Time check 0900 hours, day 4. Those on duty can react to the news of a ship on the horizon. Right now the ship is too far away to make out any details other than it is larger than your own vessel.
Rata Fenn |
0700
Rata wakes early - his sleep marred with nightmares of a bloodied Usha demanding to know why he didn't come to her rescue - and the lack of sleep combined with his meager attempt at meaningful conversation with Jacinth had him in a sour mood. He worked the tops with Nef in silence for the first half of the day, his eye constantly lingering on the covered part of this vessel where Jacinth manned the helm.
0900
Rata goes through the motions of working the lines to ensure the sails stay full when the black speck on the horizon catches his eye. He lets out a soft groan, turning to Nef, "Do you see what I'm seeing? That is a ship, and it is fast approaching. We'd better get down to the deck and warn the others."
Rata quickly descends to the deck below and dashes over to the helm, "We've got company. A ship approaches," he points out the dark shape to Jacinth, which is getting larger by the moment. He looks her in the eye, his pace quickens slightly as the possibility of battle has his adrenaline pumping, "What are your orders, Captain?"
Nefertiti Abdul |
Day 3, Before the Storm hit
Nef checked in with Oren. "What's going on with you? Are you all right, Opu?"
Should I have Ke'ahilani check him out? Maybe it's just fatigue?
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0900, Day 4
"I do see it," Nef nods to Rata.
Nef and Wedjat fly only partway down. Nef's not shouting, but still her voice carries.
"Captain, may Wedjat and I fly a little closer to get a better look at what's coming? We promise to head straight back."
Swiftly edited because Rata was faster than me.
Oren Mitabu |
Oren looks quite sheepishly at Nef. The other night, Nef...I had the craziest experience. Hell, it might have been a dream for all I know. But I think I almost encountered a mermaid. I was at the helm and the shift was almost over, then all of a sudden the most enchanting smell I've ever sniffed struck me. it literally just overtook all my senses. It had to be a mermaid...I've heard stories about them. I just know that was what the perfume was. I still can't get it out of my head. I can still smell it, like a cross between vanilla and lilac. The damnedest thing was Rata and Akaine didn't seem to get a whiff of it. If it was a hallucination, it was the most vivid one I've ever heard of. I know it couldn't have just been in my head, could it?"
Nefertiti Abdul |
Day 3 Before the Storm, Conversation with Oren
Nef takes her friend's hand and sits with him. "I believe you, Opu. My people have many tales of sirens, not all of them good. Vanilla, lilac... those are land scents, and your favorites. This mermaid, if mermaid she was, likely cast a glamour to take on whatever appearance or scent would entice you most."
"She may be wonderful, but still..." Nef looks at him with great concern. "Oren, promise me something. Promise me that you won't dive in after her without seeing me first. Explain to her that you and I are family, and that your sister needs to meet her before you commit yourself. Will you promise me that?"
Kamus are matriarchal... Let's use that to protect my best friend. And if he doesn't agree, I am sooo casting Protection from Evil on him.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Nef studies her friend. Is Oren acting like he's under a compulsion? Would someone under a compulsion come to me for assurance like this?
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Day 4, 0900
"Aye, aye, Captain!"
Nef and Wedjat fly out to get a closer look at the ship.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Untrained Profession Sailor: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Appraise: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
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Some of the things that Nef is looking for:
1) Flag or name, if she can see that far.
2) Is it well-maintained? Pirate ships usually weren't.
3) Guns, ballistae, other weaponry. Pirate ships had more weapons than other ships their size.
4) Crew. Are there more on deck than would be on a legitimate vessel? Pirate crews were often 3 times the size of other ships their size.
5) Type of vessel / general purpose.