Grok smiles at you and says "Aren't you sweet. "Your" gear now belongs to the Captain and as far as I know there was no pouch of coins with any of your gear. If'n there's something of yours you would like back I'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement" She rubs her fingers together to indicate some sort of payment might be in order.
Back up on deck Jaina sees Conchobar struggling in the heat and begins to lend a hand. The bedraggled Gnome looks up at you suspiciously before nodding at you in greeting "Thank you kindly, mistress. I have no desire to wind up Scourge's whipping boy today. I'll leave that to your friend, Randall. Word is Scourge has it in for him because of that red-haired priestess." he says softly, accepting your help.
You arrive in the ship's galley to find it a total mess. A dozen chickens freely flap around the room while a couple of goats mingle in the corner. A pot-bellied man with a blood stained apron stands by an oaken table preparing the evening meal as you enter, a bottle of rum stands nearby. "Welcome, Neela. The names Ambrose, but you can call me Fishguts like most of the crew does if'n you like. Makes no difference to me, I've been called worse." He stirs a boiling pot of stew on the stove before removing the wooden spoon, taking a sip, and returning the spoon to the boiling cauldron "That wouldn't do at all, having Scourge lash you for my mistakes. Your job is to help me prepare the crew's meals and sometimes catch something for dinner. Plugg doesn't think I can do it on my own anymore. I've been at sea for over forty years now and I think I know my way around a galley by now."He hands you the bottle of rum to drink, then looks around before leaning in and whispering conspiratorially "I'll tell you this just so's you knows, This ship is poison, you see, but don’t let anyone hear you say it aloud. The hull listens, and the cap’n hears it all. Poison the Wormwood is, though, rotten to the core. You’ll not meet a more nasty, sour piece of work than Cap’n Harrigan in all your days at sea, and his crew’s the same, ’specially the first mate, Mr. Plugg. Vicious little sod, he is. He’d take his own mother’s liver to the butcher to make pies with, he would. But they leave me alone, mostly. They know I can’t ’arm ’em.”
Spending the day with the drunken cook you learn a few details about his life before the Wormwood like he used to be a proper chef at a fancy place in Port Peril before succumbing to the rum. Shortly before joining the Wormwood Ambrose was so drunk he bet his life in game against Captain Harrigan and lost and is now little more than the Captain's slave. He also tells you that the last cook's mate, a Tengu named Xiakon just upped and disappeared one night like he just flew away.
You walk into the ship's galley to see the newcomer, Neela, and Fishguts talking away. As you approach the Quartermaster's store Grok pokes her head out from the half door "What can I do for you, Handsome,"she asks. As you ask about the various headdress she says "Sure, I can get you a bandanna, but it's going to cost you a copper. If'n you want a fancy hat that'll cost you more...say five silver." She looks at you expectantly.