Isabella follows her group, but scrunches her nose in dispproval at Plugg's attitude towards his crew.
What captain doesn't want his crew t'come back? Is he completely off his roger, or did somethin' happen with those two that's got 'im sore?
The row ashore is no holiday. The sea is shallow with reefs here and the mile-long slog to the shore is difficult. As you approach, you spot no safe harbor or beach. A choice stands before you. East, or West?
"Seems we have a conundrum here. My dad always used to say left is right and right is wrong, but that's just my way of thinking."
Durvin chuckles at the saying, enjoying the carefree attitude of it, "Well, that sounds like as good a reason as any other we got to go any particular direction."
Reck bristles at Durvin. "We don't 'ave t' 'ave a full crew. Just enough t'keep a sail up and man th' 'elm. We make it t' port like that, then recruit a full crew again."
Reck doesn't seem to care, and waits at his oar for everyone to figure it out.
Durvin looks at the big man curiously, "We don't need a full crew, correct, which for a ship that size is about twenty. We just need a minimal crew, which is roughly about half the full. Based on who is with us and who is against us, though, removing Plugg, Scourge, and his cronies may find us with too few people to have the minimal. Which, is why it is vital that we find Ambrose and Sandara. We need everyone we can get."
"Damned right we're finding Ambrose an' Sandara. I owe 'er for too much t' just let 'er get eated by some squid-goblin things. Wouldn't mind seein' Plugg an' Scourge suffering afore they die, though."
"We need to get them back. Plugg and Scourge be damned, I'm not leaving Sandara behind." Sarenth pauses for a sec. "Kroop, either. We have to make sure he learns how to cook more interesting food before he dies."
You were headed north, so you veer to the left, west. The cliff looks large on your right, surf throwing massive plumes of mist into the air. It takes you several hours of hard rowing, but you finally arrive at a sandy, shallow beach of smooth sand. Coconut trees sway a couple dozen yards from the shore.
Noro simply works the oars with Reck.
Maybe we can work out a proshioner exchange. we given them Plugg and Scourge, for Sandra and Kroops
hard to tell if Noro is serious or not.
Isabella stifles a chuckle at Noro's likely jest, helping to pull the boat ashore and checking her gear.
"Ask me, we definitely get the sweeter end o'that accord. Not before I show Scourge how to use a whip properly, though." she removes her lashes from her belt and snaps the air with both in unison, both to dry the leather and to accentuate her point.
At the noise of snapping, three massive crabs appear from the jungle shadows under the palm trees and click their claws menacingly.
Maybe we should try another beach, this one hash crabsh
Noro tries to make light of the situation. as she stop rowing for a bit to make sure they still want to hit this beach.
"Don't know about you, but I'm 'ungered! A little spot o' crab fer me today!"
Reck stretches to get the kinks out and gets ready to fight.
Sarenth leans toward Durvin. "Any idea on how to make crab cakes?"
"Better t'eat 'em raw!" hollers Reck, as he makes ready for the crab beatdown.
Durvin nods in emphatic agreement to Sarenth's question, as he does so he draws his bow.
The crabs are currently 50 ft distant across a sandy beach and are positioned with about ten feet between each.
Isabella smiles as she urges the boat toward the beach.
"Be a sight for sore eyes when we stroll up with seafood dinner while we rescue our crewmates, aye? Let's crack some shells, mates."
Noro gives a little stretch as she mans the oars to bring the long boat to the beach.
You may land and beach the boat (for now) as two move actions as if two of you jump out and heave it up just enough so it won't float away.
Sarenth casts one of his defensive buffs and then helps with the rowing.
Reck hops out of the boat as its bottom starts to grit along the sand of the shoreline. Planting his feet solidly in the surf, Reck heaves the boat on land, then turns to face the crabs. He summons a bit of magic into his good right hand and prepares to fight.
As the boat lurches toward the shore via vigorous rowing, Durvin takes aim with his drawn bow at the nearest crab.
Noro hops out next assisting Reck beach the boat.
She then looks to the crabs, then glances to Reck Which one you want?
Durvin's arrow bounces off the crab's shell as they advance. A steady clicking of pincers accompanies them.
Durvin is dismayed to see his shot make no mark, and instead decides to once again sing the crabbing son he had sung whilst they fought the reefclaws.
Les poisons
Les poissons
How I love les poissons
Love to chop
And to serve little fish
First I cut off their heads
Then I pull out the bones
Ah mais oui
Ca c'est toujours delish
Sarenth lobs a glob of acid at the nearest crab, then slowly gets out of the boat as he draws his quarterstaff.
The glob of acid neatly smacks into one of the crab's eyes, but he seems to have only made it angry. It's other eye rotates and locks onto Sarenth.
Isabella hops out of the boat once it stops on sand, drawing her cutlass.
"We'll even have 'em cut up t'serving size."
she then stands beside Reck, daring the crustaceans to attack their line.
Watching the glob hit a crab, Noro moves to protech the finger wiggler.
she advances on that same crab accelerating a bit with each step to give her the momentum she needs to come down with an elbow smash on the crab's hard shell.
"One on th' left's th' tasty looking one!"
Reck digs his feet into the soft sand of the beach and charges the leftmost crab, already imagining the taste of their succulent flesh as he brings back a claw to strike.
The crabs converge on the two intruders who approached them. A flurry of snips and dodges ensues. Reck and Noro are both caught by the fast moving pincers (for 3 damage each). Reck manages to twist out of getting held. Noro however doesn't quite have the leverage to break free of her attacker's grasp (and takes an additional 3 damage from constrict. Noro is now grappled).
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The finger-wiggler will move to protect his protector, flanking with her if possible.
Sarenth's staff thunks against the crab, but he hits shell. The crab doesn't seem to have noticed the attack.
Reck pries the pincer off of himself and counterattacks, laying into the monstrous crab with tooth and claw. Amid the carnage, he attempts to use a bit of magic but finds that his teeth are full of crabshell and it makes speaking the complicated phrases a little hard.
Reck makes quick work of his target. His claws and teeth crunch through the shell in yet another gruesome display of violent gore.
Noro struggles to get the upper hand of this crab. she seems even more determined than before after reck destroys his target.
Noro grabs the crab's claw and wrests it from herself. The crab's pincers are now in her grasp.
"Oy! You're the dinner here, not her! claws off!"
Isabella slices into the crab grappling with Noro, managing to find weak spots in it's limbs with a satisfying rending sound.
Isabella's whip snaps between shell joints, causing the crab to reel back in pain. Her lash as the added benefit of throwing the crab fully off balance. It's attempts to re-establish control over Noro fail miserably.
The other standing crab scuttles over to avange his fallen companion, but misses Reck by a good margin.
"Keep coming, buckos. Reck's got a powerful 'unger today!"
Reck kicks the dying crab aside and engages the one attacking him, eschewing spells for the pure thrill of bone-crunching melee. He roars with delight as his attacks hit home in a cacophony of crunching keratin and splashes of salty ichor.
And Reck continues to earn his name as another crab is devastated by his brutal assault.