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Harrigan then turns to address the Wormwood’s crew.
“All right, you scurvy tars! You’ve done a right good job by me — we’ve got a second ship now, and she’s quite a prize from the looks of her. But I still have only one crew. So here’s the plan — the Wormwood will sail on to our planned destination with our new shipmates here, while Mr. Plugg will take the old crew to sail the Man’s Promise to Port Peril, where she’ll be worth a pretty penny as salvage."
“As for these fine fellows here” — Harrigan gestures at the remainder of the captured ship’s crew — “some of them will no doubt be worth a hefty ransom from their families back in Azir. And for the rest, if the life of a pirate’s not for them, they can spend the rest of their lives at sea!”

To make his point, Harrigan grabs one of the Rahadoumi sailors and throws her overboard to the accompaniment of cheers and laughter from many of the Wormwood’s crew. As the unfortunate woman sinks beneath the waves, many of the remaining sailors scramble to swear their loyalty to Harrigan. The officers are led belowdecks and the crew begins to disperse to their daily tasks.

Harrigan glances across at Xantrius. "Reefclaw? Have it prepared for my supper." Harrigan gestures idly towards Xantrius then strides back towards his cabin. "And return all his equipment."

As you look about the crew you realise that about a third of them are female, mostly human with a couple of exceptions. None of the crew look at you and a quiet settles about them as the captain takes a single step forward and addresses you.

“Glad you could join us at last! Welcome to the Wormwood! My thanks for ‘volunteering’ to join my crew. I’m Barnabas Harrigan. That’s Captain Barnabas Harrigan to you, not that you’ll ever need to address me. I have only one rule—don’t speak to me. I like talk, but I don’t like your talk. Follow that rule and we’ll all get along fine.
Oh, and one more thing. Even with you new recruits, we’re still short-handed, and I aim to keep what crew I have. There’ll be a keelhaulin’ for anyone caught killin’ anyone. Mister Plugg! If you’d be so kind as to make pirates out of these landlubbers, it’ll save me having to put them in the sweatbox for a year and a day before I make pies out of ’em.”

At the end of his speech, the captain walks away, leaving behind Mister Plugg with the cat-o’-nine-tails.