with you drunk off the rum Sandara eyes you warily, wondering if this is some kind of joke.
Sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Sensing your sincerity despite your goofy grin and soon the two of you are, along with Neela and Percival, are cavorting around the deck as the crew who you have befriended keep time by clapping their hands along with the rhythm. Sandara, unaccustomed to dancing, tries her best to keep up.
Perform (dance): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
The other crew members look on, broodingly especially Scourge who seethes in anger at the pair of you.
Samms laughs at your comment before leaning in to whisper "Oh, I wouldn't trust too many on this crew. Most of them would sell their mother for a silver piece...well, maybe a gold piece"
As you watch the two pairs of dancers reel around the deck Crimson comes over to where you are sitting, carrying two mugs of rum. He offers you one as he takes a seat next to you but says nothing.