Shaedeen does not spot any secret/hidden doors or objects as you all climb to the upper deck.
On the foredeck of the Throaty Mermaid, where the wooden grate juts out over the bow running along the haft of the bowsprit, you find Anera.
Anera is a Taldan woman with shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and a large scar across her cheek.
She stands leaning out over the rushing water, her shoulder against a forestay keeping her from tumbling into the sea below. She is fiddling with a black-bladed knife, apparently carving a stick into a figurine of some kind.
Sunny skips along the deck, at ease with the ships motion in the swell.
Upon seeing the crew lass leaning on the rail Sunny presents her natturally anned self with her usual bright and bouncy,
"Hey-YA there!" Extending her hand in offer to be shaken.
(^_^)
"Nice tats."
Trying his best to be nice, the gruff sailor compliments the tattoo of a dead tree on the lass's forearm. Hopefully, she didn't misunderstand and think he was complimenting... something else about her body.
"So... what's yer face again?" Reijo also takes a careful look at her black-bladed dagger as he asks for her name.
Thurden runs over the evidence at hand time and again in his head as he follows along.
"Hey-YA there!" Extending her hand in offer to be shaken.
Startled at Sunny being there along with the rest of you, she looks very puzzled as she reached back to grasp Sunny's hand automatically, glancing at the raised holes where the common crew go to the toilet.
As she does so, the sleeve on that arm shifts back, exposing an odd tattoo of a dead tree on her right forearm."Hello?"
"Nice tats."
"Yeah, thanks. We all got 'em back home."
"So... what's yer face again?"
"Name's Anera. Able Seaman. You got a right seamanly look about ye yerself. You lot are passengers, right?" She asked curiously.
"Hey-YA there!" Extending her hand in offer to be shaken.Startled at Sunny being there along with the rest of you, she looks very puzzled as she reached back to grasp Sunny's hand automatically, glancing at the raised holes where the common crew go to the toilet.
As she does so, the sleeve on that arm shifts back, exposing an odd tattoo of a dead tree on her right forearm.
"Hello?"
Sunny blinks and actually looks at her hand quite puzzled...
She tilts her head slightly but continues to smile at the crew lass as she casually leans against the railing along with folks.
"Pleased ta' meet-cha Anera-able Seaman!" Sunny replies, still brightly. (^_^)
"I yam bein' called 'Sunny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples." She points to her naturally tanned self. At Reijo and Anera's comments about skin marking Sunny nods. "Some kin decorate 'em selfs, aye."
(^_^)
Shaedeen eyeballs Anera casually, unable to keep from smirking at Reijo's 'Nice tats' remark. Unfortunately, the strange tattoo's about all the young rogue notices as the passengers/investigators interact with this member of the crew.
Thurden bumps into Reijo's back, having not noticed the man stopping to speak with Anera. He blinks a few times and shakes his head and tries to focus on following the conversation.
Reijo nods to Anera. He smirks at Sunny's greeting to "Anera-able Seaman."
"Oi!" Reijo remarks as the dwarf bumps into him from behind. Reflexively, a dagger is in his hand at the ready as he gives Thurden a sidelong glance. He sheathes it once more. "Any shorter, and ye'd be up me bloody arse. Watch it, mate."
"Aye," he responds to both Anera's comment and her question. "I been at sea most o'me life."
Casting a glance at the raised holes as well, he releases another puff of smoke to the open air. Looking back at Anara, "So we been investigatin' the attack on behalf o'the captain. Just goin' round askin' questions of the crew. So, where might ye have been, an' what was ye doin' at the time o'the attack? Ye seen anything unusual, aside from the attackers o'course?"
"Pleased ta' meet-cha Anera-able Seaman!" Sunny replies, still brightly. (^_^)
"I yam bein' called 'Sunny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples." She points to her naturally tanned self. At Reijo and Anera's comments about skin marking Sunny nods. "Some kin decorate 'em selfs, aye."
Despite every effort, Anera gives Sunny the coldest of cold shoulders; ignoring her overtures to carve on her scrimshaw.
"So, where might ye have been, an' what was ye doin' at the time o'the attack? Ye seen anything unusual, aside from the attackers o'course?"
She shook her head.
"Turned to me hammock after supper. Felt kinda sick to me stomach. But when Keeneye here gave me warning..." She said. Giving a whistle, an intelligent looking Osprey flew down from a yardarm to her shoulder. "I got up with the rest of the crew and fought off the pirates."
SHIP LOCATIONS
1. Aft Deck
2. Main Deck
6. Main Hold and Galley
7. Crew's Cabin
9. Cargo Hold
10. Forward Cargo Hold
You are currently located at number 3, the Foredeck.
Shaedeen moves to the main deck and pokes around, looking for clues related to the murder.
With a jaunty wave to Anera,
Sunny happily skips off after her freinds and looks around on the mid deck for clues...
(^_^)
"Right, then. Well thank ye, lass," Reijo bids Anera farewell with a tip of his tricorne.
He saunters after the young rogue and the all-too-happy elf, puffing his pipe, and having a look around the main deck as well.
Thurden stops short before moving on with his companions. He turns back to Anera. 'You said you felt ill after dinner. Do you know if anyone else wasn't feeling tip top? Did anything seem off about your supper?'
Anera looked at Thurden with disbelief.
"You've been aboard more than a month eatin' Cookie's swill. What do you think?" She replied.
"Better question is why more of the compliment don't upchuck after dinner."
You see the First Mate, Marzack Mallik swearing at the handful of sailors on duty. They are briskly swabbing the deck and mending rope and other equipment damaged in the fighting.
He eyes you warily as you come down from the foredeck.
You see the First Mate, Marzack Mallik swearing at the handful of sailors on duty. They are briskly swabbing the deck and mending rope and other equipment damaged in the fighting.
He eyes you warily as you come down from the foredeck.
Sunny stops fiddling with Shaedeen's buttons as they approach the crew orking on the main deck.
Sunny smiles and offers a small wave to any who look towards herself. She settles against a railing out of folks way so as not to interfere with their endeavours.
She's happy for now to let the better speakers lead the conversation. (^_^)
"Good day, sir!" Shaedeen says in her most friendly tone after making sure Sunny's wardrobe fiddling hasn't left her indecent. "Tell me--have you noticed anything unusual or out-of-place in the wake of the attack on the ship?"
"Like what? More boarders in the middle of an empty ocean?" Snorted Mallik as you approached. "Nah. I'm thinkin' whoever those guys were, they got what they wanted and cleared out."
Sunny continues to lean against the ship's railing, listening and learning from the people's talking and interactions.
(^_^)
Seemingly have exhausted conversational topics with the First Mate, you look around the main deck. The only person you haven't talked to yet is the Navigator standing at the wheel on the Aft Deck.
The aft deck of the Throaty Mermaid is the territory of navigator Ulamon, who can be found manning the steering wheel during the day and poring over star charts and maps with Captain Veane in the evenings.
A nut brown Bonuwat shaman from Sargava, Ulamon employs his mastery of wind and waves to keep the ship on course and moving faster than pirates with eyes on their cargo or authorities who might frown on the Throaty Mermaid’s less-than-legal activities.
Hoping Shaedeen continues (?) to get along well with the sailors working away at their chores Sunny skips off and admires the veiw from the stern.
Noting the fellow standing at the helm she bounces over and offers her hand to be shaken with her usual,
"Hey-YA there!" (^_^)
Bright and cheerful greeting.
Though, since the fellow does currently have his hands full with steering, she's understanding of him possibly not being able to completely reciprocate. Grinning a little bit sheepishly as she blushes embarrased.
Shaedeen scoots up after Sunny breaks the ice with the navigator.
"Good day, sir. What can you tell us about the raiders' ship? Maybe the direction from which it came at the Throaty Mermaid, for instance?"
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With a relaxed stride and darting eyes, Reijo takes in the sights before him as the young girl approaches the shaman.
Puffing his pipe as he walks, Reijo comes to a halt behind the others. He scrutinizes the navigator with narrowed eyes while he responds.
"Hey-YA there!"
The ship's Navigator, a Bonuwat shaman from Sargava by the name of Ulamon, nodded back at Sunny with a friendly smile.
"Aye lass, and a fine sailing day ta ye as well." He said, his hands easing the ships helm a little back and forth as the ship rode over the broad swells of the ocean.
Navigator Ulamon
"Good day, sir. What can you tell us about the raiders' ship? Maybe the direction from which it came at the Throaty Mermaid, for instance?"
Ulamon frowned.
"That's the thing lass. I was below with the rest of the crew in me hammock, so I didn't see fer meself, but I heard from the night watch that there wasn't no ship. We was boarded outta nowhere!." He replied with a superstitious shudder.
Navigator Ulamon
"Good day, sir. What can you tell us about the raiders' ship? Maybe the direction from which it came at the Throaty Mermaid, for instance?"Ulamon frowned.
"That's the thing lass. I was below with the rest of the crew in me hammock, so I didn't see fer meself, but I heard from the night watch that there wasn't no ship. We was boarded outta nowhere!." He replied with a superstitious shudder.
Sunny frowns as she listens to the talk between Mr Ulamon and Miss Shaedeen,
She tries to recal if any of the assailants were damp...
"Bah! We're getting nowhere! Let's check the holds and see if anything's out-of-sorts there."
En route, Shaedeen whispers to the others how clever she is.
"Hopefully, I announced our next stop loud enough that maybe we'll pick up a tail who knows more than he or she is letting on!"
At Shaeden's words Sunny inntiailay looks to her own stern before shaking her blond mop and she tries to keep an eye one who might be showing an interest in what heir little group is doing....
Beyond how much attention ship's crews normally give to anything going on aboard their vessel.
(^_^)
Reijo grimaces and narrows his eyes even more at the prospect of being boarded by a shipless crew.
On route to their next destination, Reijo mutters in a low voice, "Either we be dealin' with a windspinnin' scallywag, or the night watch be bloody blind as ole Blindey."
On route to their next destination, Reijo mutters in a low voice, "Either we be dealin' with a windspinnin' scallywag, or the night watch be bloody blind as ole Blindey."
Sunny nods in agreement with Reijo's words.
"Aye. I were tryin' ta' be thinkin' if'n tha' peoples we met wus even a lil' bit damp, like." She agrees.
"I don'e met boats like that afore. I is all-a-ways makin' sure peoples is knowin' I be lookin' ta' come aboard, though." She continues.
"A 'course... If'n they din't come aboard by swimmin'..." And her voice takes on a rather hushed tone. "That be meanin' they wus usin' magic...." And her large, blue eyes grow a little bit wider at such a thought.
'Too far asea to be swum to. Had to have been some kind of magic.' Thurden agrees.
"Now thar be tales o'merfolk livin' beneath the waves an' all," Reijo considers swimming one last time, before puffing his pipe again. "But I ain't seen no bloody fins or fish tails on this mornin's 'company.'"
Sunny blinks at Thurden and Reijo's comments.
"Huh?" Is her innitial succinct reply.
"It in't tha' distance what'd sort out tha' livin' space. It'd be tha' depth." Sunny explains to her freinds.
"An' Merfolk? They range all over tha' place." She nods in agreement to Reijo.
"They gots rilly good, strong tails fer swimmin' with." Though she frowns as she thinks hard again about what ever she can remember about the assailants they've encountered.
"There be other folks whut live 'neath tha' waves. Not just Mer, nor Kin." Sunny frowns. "I in't sure what peoples be callin' 'em, though." And Sunny sighs again at her lack of speaking skills.
As Sunny speaks, Reijo almost looks like a dragon, staring narrow-eyed through the smoke jetting forth from his nostrils. Apparently knowing more about underwater folk than himself, he asks the naked elf, "An' what do these sort of folks look like, then? Could this mornin's 'guests' have been one kind of 'em?"
As Sunny speaks, Reijo almost looks like a dragon, staring narrow-eyed through the smoke jetting forth from his nostrils.
He asks the naked elf, "An' what do these sort of folks look like, then? Could this mornin's 'guests' have been one kind of 'em?"
Sunny blinks at Reijo's question, then ponders some...
"Well... There's folks whut look kind'a like y'selfs." And she points to Riejo and Shaedeen. "But... They's different like as well." She frowns a little.
"Like they's gots finys a'tween their fingers an' toes, like." Sunny ponders, trying to remember if any of the people they'd fought had such on themselves.
"I dun't right remeber if'n they did has things lookin' like that, though." She beams at her freinds. Did ye selfs notice any such things as we wus havin' our rilly pointed conversations?" (^_^)
Fearing that her clever ploy to trick any agents of evil still on the boat into revealing themselves has failed miserably, Shaedeen opts to do the next best thing: carefully search the hold for clues! She also shakes her head in response to Sunny's question.
Unfortunately, she gets distracted when she sees a mouse (or smallish rat) scurry between crates and tries to stab it with her rapier. The game of cat-and-mouse (or rat) is on!
'Nah, no fins, no gills. Had to have been some kind of magic.' Thurden sets to searching the hold as well.
Sunny's demeanour clouds at Thurden's sumation of their previous foes.
"So... t'were magic then..." She looks to her companions even as Shaedeen begins to jab about amongst the cargo bundels and bales.
But not noticing much other than flashing steel. Sunny keeps her tanned self well away from Shaedeen's swishing calisthenics.