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The Bo'sun takes a swing at Garan.
In his anger he overbalances a little, swinging and missing on his first try. He curses and swings again.
Tak curses in frustration as his second blow glances off Garan's armor, leaving him with bruised knuckles to match his bruised ego.
Blinking in the mist, Quentin makes his way to where the dwarf and bosun were fighting, drawing his rapier as he moves. He positions himself at the dwarfs back, to prevent anyone from running up and flanking him. As his standard, he readies an attack(non-lethal) for any of the officers who move within range, slapping them with the flat of his blade.
Attack roll, including non-lethal -4, 1d20+4=16
Damage roll, nonlethal, 1d6+2=8
"By Besmara's teats! Hold yer damn arms! Hold it!" Nimm shouts from over the edge of the ship. "I started this mess, don' I get a frickin' word before you lot start killin' each other?!?"
Climb: 1d20+9=21
The mist, making it just about impossible to see, was quite annoying. She moves to the side of the ship, looking down over to Nimm, "Do you need any help?""Help might be appreciated. You may not know it, but these things really aren't made for climbing on the outside!"
"Then give me a moment and I will throw a rope down to you for you to get up."
Adrick frowns more to himself, his spell was supposed to have ended the combat before it really got started and that wasnt the case. Figuring he only had about another minute or two left to his spell, Adrick quickly goes through his mental list of prepared spell to see if he had any other ones that would prove useful. Finding none that would really suit his needs Adrick sighs and makes ready his spell hold person should when his mist spell ends and someone gets the great idea to attack the cleric he will cast it on them
Nimm shouts loudly: "OY! You lot, stop the fisticuffs, eh? I surrender. I cut the big man's hammock, I tossed him on the floor, I insulted him to his face. I'll take my lumps like a man, yeah?"
To his new shipmates: "Enough of this! Now you lot might this whole bit harsh, yeah? But this here is navy life: you work hard, you sweat a lot, you wait for your promotions and you dream of beatin' the bos'un's head in, 'cuz that's his job, eh? Make you so darn angry that you give it your best even when you ain't at yer best. I cut the man's ropes to give him a rankle, not to incite a riot! I'll take my lumps. Bos'un's tossed me into the drink, so I reckon I done paid for my lip to 'im. He still owes me for the prank and I'll take my punishment for that."
To the crew: "This lot ain't sailors. They don't unnerstand the rules yet, eh? You call this a mutiny, you lose some good crew. You call this lads spiced up on a bit too much high spirits, needin' a little rough and tumble to get the sand out of their shoes, you keep a good crew and earn their respect wit' yer wisdom. Either way, I submit. I'll take my punishment. I was born a sailor and I'll die that way."
Sanura places her hand on Fish's head, telling him softly, "Down." The wolf lies down at her feet, still keeping an eye on the crew. She keeps a lost hold on her scythe as she listens to Nimm, careful not to show any emotion on her face, though she wasn't sure anyone else could see her at the moment with the mist still about.
He wanted them to give up? After all this, he was just throwing down his weapon and giving in? She definitely did not understand what she was getting herself into. She wished she was back at her home. Things were much more simple than this. Though she would have had had the experiences that she does now if she had stayed home. Perhaps life here will get better, but currently they were down in the dumps.
There is the sound of slow clapping as the captain walks on deck. He looks as immaculate in the middle of the night as he did during the middle of the day. “A very rousing speech, well delivered,” he says dryly. “Although, I’m afraid I find such speeches much less moving when I am awakened by them in the middle of the night.”
He turns to the first mate. “Report. I want to know exactly what happened here.”
The first mate saluted smartly. “Sir, Bo’sun Tak awakened me because of a foolish prank pulled by the new recruits. I asked Liealla to accompany us, to deliver a little punishment in the form of an extra nighttime work detail. The recruits were rowdy and disobedient. Several of them earned an extra punishment, which was to be five lashes apiece for talking back to an officer. I went below for a couple minutes to fetch some extra help for the administration of said lashes, and when we got back to the deck all hell had broken loose and the recruits were brawling with Tak and Liealla. At which point, I blew my whistle, although one of them called off the crew’s summons with their own signal whistle. They tried to call for parley, and the dripping wet one gave his rousing speech, which is when you walked out, Sir.”
“I see,” the Captain said. “Liealla, give me your report.”
Liealla saluted, although it was a sloppy salute. “Sir, I was asked by the First Mate to come and help administer the punishment of the new recruits. They were given instructions for a night work detail, but would not stop talking back. They were assigned lashes, and the mate went below. They wouldn’t stop taunting the Bo’sun, and he lost his temper and threw one overboard. The others all decided to take this opportunity to attack as well. They threw some spells and some punches, and did not attempt to desist their defiance until the mate blew the signal whistle, Sir.”
“Recruits. Pick a spokesperson to give your report, and then I will decide what to do with you.”
Quentin nearly opens his mouth to speak but then catches himself. They are all in this together now as a team after all, so he looks to the others to see who they nominate to act as their face.
He looks to Nimm, while perhaps not fully stepping himself into a leadership role he has done the most to speak for the party as a group, and even with rousing the boatswain, he also has seemed the most qualified to calm things down. Fin could certainly talk his way out of a corner, but with the navy punishment looming Nimm appears to know the most of the ins and outs of what to expect.
There is an obvious look of resolve in his eyes however, if Nimm or anyone else speaks, he won't have them take all the punishment for the group. Should the captain decide that one of his new friends should be keelhauled, they will have to put him along side them and he'll be damn sure that doesn't come easy.
Fin steps forward, dusts off his coat and begins.
"Now, I cannot tell you what happened, I can only tell you what I saw. What I saw is three young men who saw a chance to take a small measure of revenge against a man whom they hated, and they took it. Now, I am not asking you to let them off without any punishment for their actions tonight, I am asking you to put yourself in their shoes. They were unceremoniously dumped into this ship's hold, not knowing how or why they were there. Then, the bosun came. He became the personification of all the hatred they felt over this turn of events. Captain, I ask you to think back to when you were first starting out as a sailor. Was there not an officer above you that you absolutely hated, that you forlornly hoped would some day be punched in the face? To us, the bosun is that man. Now tell me, do these men look like they have sailed long enough to not to indulge these wishes? Tell me *Grabs Quentin's chin* is this the face of a sailor? No, this is the face of a young boy who believes himself to be a sailor! All I ask is that you take pity on these poor souls!"
Quentin frowns at the telling of the story. Deception certainly can have its place with a purpose, but flatly lying of your own deeds was quite different.
"I believe he wished our side of events, Fin, rather then our excuses." He turns to look towards the captain. "We were assigned our duties in the bilge on arriving, sir. Seeing that we were cleaning for the pilot, it was decided that I should ensure that nothing was to be kept, being how none of us knew what an ooze may cherish. The boatswain informed me well that it was not our place to do the job properly, just to do the job directly, with a blow to the jaw. I took my lick and returned to work. It seems that one of the lads took offense to this treatment and sought to balance the scales as it were.
When we were called to deck it was clear it was for punishment. I understood this, I think we all did, and I believe we were all ready to accept the work detail. However, the idea of keelhauling quickly surfaced, and that brought the group together, with several of us ready to accept the worsened punishment for us all. The backtalk that is spoken of, sir, was the crew attempting to stay a team without the loss of any of our number, while the miss quite eagerly dolled out whippings.
This was the point where things went sour, sir. For it seems that while your officers would prefer an easily cowed group of sailors who turn on each other at the first moment, we acted as a unified front and this seemed to be something they felt they must break. As the threats of punishment became more severe, so did our resistance to them and bond to unite against them.
The near mutiny has come about because a whale with a temper and a far too eager torteress met with what they thought were lone men, but found they were a crew who did not abandon one another easily."
"I see," the captain said dryly. "I believe I see quite clearly now. I will remind you that just this morning I paced this very deck and told you that I demanded one thing and one thing only from my crew. Unquestioning obedience. I do not have the time to cajole my crew into liking me and taking my orders. Nor do I have the luxury of offering second chances. However, given your lack of experience I can find it in my heart to show the smallest modicum of mercy. You will not be keelhauled. You will be given a dinghy and you will be set loose. Assemble the men, I want this riff-raff off my boat, best speed."
"Yes, sir," the first mate blew a long peal on his signal whistle, and the rest of the crew came up from below.
"Put the rats on a dinghy and cut them loose," the mate bellowed.