As you take inventory of the losses, you find out that several others were killed in the melee. Maggie Grace, and Patch Patchsalt were killed as well.
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The Rahadoumi look back and forth between you before muttering amongst themselves for a moment. Stepping forward, one of the larger men, the one that nailed Seijiro with the crossbow in fact, says We accept your offer and pledge to work under you to the best of our ability. I am Hajen, and these are Shix, Makeem, and Reevah. May we return to our duties now Sirs?
Aye, everyone should return to their duties for the moment. As you go about your duties, we are going below to plot the next course of action. Once we have looked at the charts and no our position, we will leave this gods forsaken isle to pursue our dreams. In the meantime, someone get the water casks down below. Before all this occurs though, we have three people we need to put to rest. Honor the fallen for their deeds, Maggie, Grace, Patch Patchsalt, and this man here who followed his orders to the last. Sandara would you give a blessing to Besmara to help in their passing.
Variel will assist Sandara if he can and once the ritual/blessing is complete then Variel will be ready to convene below to discuss the future.
Seijiro nods quietly at the Rahadoumis claim of allegiance to the new powers on the ship, such as they be.
Then he heads downstairs to the captain's quarters, where he makes himself at home for the time being. Still wounded, though feeling much better, he climbs onto the captain's bed and relaxes there while he waits for the others to show up. The charts and logbook, what little there might be of them, will wait.
He changes back to his kitsune form and stays that way for the first time in a very long time while he waits for the others to arrive.
He pulls out his harmonica and plays quietly for his own pleasure as he contemplates the future.
The Charts and Logs, such as they are, are in there and it appears that Plugg was heading to Rickety's and then on to Bloodcove.
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Seijiro, when you enter the cabin, , you look around and see a beautiful silk hammock piled with silk pillows in red and cream. Getting in, it is the most comfortable thing you have ever laid on.
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Variel, the crew leaps to obey after being tended by Sandara, the water barrels are stored below in short order.
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(Disable Device DC 30; Plugg has the keys). The windows do not open. The hammock is a hospitality’s hammock.
Seijiro will climb into the hammock rather than the captain's bed and relax there while waiting for the others.
"Let's get this boat ready to move. Sooner we're gone from here, and Squibbed, the better," Dhaavan says with a clap. Spinning smart, cloak whirling behind him, he makes a classy exit below decks.
"Hey there Foxy," the sorcerer teases Sejiro as he enters, looking through the quarters for interesting designs in the decoration, enjoying the music. "can't wait ta get a look at Plugg's stash and what all's locked up here."
He takes it easy till the rest of the mutineers assemble.
Seijiro stops playing the harmonica when Dhaavan comes in and replies, "Haven't really looked around much... figured anything good'll be locked up and easier to get the key offa Plugg than me try ta pick the locks. Just resting up while I wait for the others ta get here... Pretty hammock is very comfie though, I do hafta say."
Then he starts playing softly again...
When the Mutineers arrive, Dhaavan will in fact call the meeting to Order! "Alright mates, we got our boat, and the crew's in line. I've got some work to do, wit'em yet but we ken certianly make it to port. But at this point, I figure we make formal what who's doin. Personally I figure I can keep the crew in line when it's needed, but I'd rather be spendin me time workin, set up private like in one o' the cabins once we got arcane supplies."
"I figure first off we be needin a captain o this dingy all official like. I ain't minded followin Rain, and it don't seem any o' us do, so Mum, yea in the runnin so as we can take a vote on it? Or anyone else want ta throw their hat in ta take the lead o' this expedition?" May as well cut straight to it, who's gonna be our captain? GM, yea gonna pull rain out the runnin for us?
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Once the tasks top side are finished, Variel will retired own below to discuss the future of the group and the direction we are headed. Waiting until everyone is present Variel lounges in one of the chairs looking out of the gilded windows. Not really looking at anyone in particular, So, who amung us is going to lead this crew and captain the ship? And is this person going to be in charge of manning the helm as well. Once we get this decided then we can figure out who else wants what position here. To me this is first thing that must be decided and all agree to it else the crew is going to find out there is dissent and all hell is going to break loose.
Turning to look at the others, especially Flynn, Now I know I haven't gotten along well with Flynn, but it's time to put the past behind and look to a new day. The stress of being pressed ganged is over and we can settle down and take things as they come. That being said, we need to reach an agreement right quick. I figure that whatever position I am offered I will have to do some study and focus on those tasks. I am a pretty quick study and can fulfill a variety of tasks once I put my mind to it. So what is it going to be then?
"I think Variel should be Captain, with maybe Dhaavan as First Mate AND Ship's Mage since he's got the people skills ta keep the crew in line and the magical skills to help the ship when necessary."
For positions under Captain, the Captain himself should maybe decide on them, or should we decide as a committee? I think I'd do well as Quartermaster. I can at least keep things under lock and key pretty well, but I can understand if ya don't want me to considering I like shiney things a lot. But I do know the boundary between fair game and party loot, and I wouldn't cross that line."
"I might be a good Pilot or Helmsman - I've got sailing skills and can man the wheel. I could also be Bosun, since I know my way around the main deck and the rigging and have a little skill in that area as well. But I'm willin' ta do whatever, within reason of course."
He stays comfortably in the hammock while speaking, legs crossed at the ankles and casually swishes his tail back and forth.
"I know that you two" he looks from Variel to FLynn and back again, "Have had your differences, but it seems like most of them have been because you both had your knickers in knots over Rain. Well, she's leaving us now, so there's no need ta carry on this feud between ya. Time ta grow up, be men and make nice like. It's over. Get over it and move on."
Rain looks at you all and says Seijiro speaks truly. I will be leaving you all once we reach Rickety's. These last weeks have soured me to the sea and I think I need to spend a good bit of time off of it in order to one day hopefully return to it with good feelings instead of bad. I hope you all understand. It has taken me a lot of thought to reach this decision and I feel it is for now the right one. I count you all friends and hope that one day perhaps we can sail together again.
Sko speaks at this point as well, saying in his deep voice, Aye, I'm leaving as well. I got my own business to be attending to away from here and now that we are out from under Plugg's thumb I can be about it. It hasn't exactly been a pleasure under the circumstances but I'd not be sorry to see you all again.
Valeros nods at the departure plans of the two people. He couldn't say he wasn't entirely unhappy about Sko's departure, anyone who lived as a shark was trouble waiting to happen, but the druid had proved himself a staunch ally. You will both be missed and while I can't speak for the others, you will be welcome on any ship I am on.
Looking around the room at the others he gives a simple shrug. I have no care as to which of you wants to call yourself captain. A ship is a living thing and she'll carry on just fine regardless. As for myself, assign me as you will, it makes no difference. Although we do need to come up with a name for her. It's ill fortune indeed to live with a nameless ship any longer than we have to.
"Leaving? Oh, well, my mistake there, Rain... Guess yea can't take point..." dhaavan says sheepishly.
Not touching on who's captain, Dhaavan turns the topic to the rest of the positions, "I figure our pilot's gotta be at the helm most o' the time, but we can hier on a new pilot in port. So the Boson's charge of keepin an eye on things on deck, proper ship workings and keepin Folk on task? Then if yea were quartermaster yea keep track o' plunder, know what's where and who has what gear? Keeps things unified, and yea can pick out mates what can manage tasks for yea when yer busy" sounds like jiro offers to keep track of the ship and work as bosun and gear and supplies which makes sense to have one person manage. He can take on NPC's to work under him and actually watch the workers and keep the actual inventory but he's in charge.
To Flynn he mentions, "I seen yea work, and that fighting-top o yers was a nice piece there. What comes ta mind is if yea took care o the ship itself, checked the work what crew was doin, Jiro makes sure the jobs yea order are done, and yea make sure they done right. That way yer neither spread too thin." so we got division of leighbor and specialization so yea got stuff to do, and can focus. "Yea also kot a mind for fightin and weapons so Siege-master, or Master at arms, or master-gunner, or whatever it's called could fit right with bein the carpenter, as yer gonna be makin modifications to the boat for fighting, yea can keep the whole battle-plan in yer head, and oversee trainin when yea ain't inspectin the boat?"
Not sure what post(s) Valeros would want...
Also mentioning the cleric, (with nice Wis) sounds like a decent intro for Bilbo, maybe? Get a pilot also a priest? FTW!!
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I understand your feelings both of you Rain and Sko. I wish you the best and hope that Besmara be with you in your travels as you go about the sea. Anytime you need passage or a ship to join, let us know.
Valeros, if you feel strongly about it, then I feel that you should find a name suitable for the ship. You have good judgement and can possible use your connection to the sea to find the perfect fit for us and her.
Jiro, I thank you for your support. If this is the direction we go, know that I will put full effort into all the nuances of being a captain as I can. I have never lead a crew before and it will take some time to adjust to the new position,
I do know that whatever we decide here, I would rather all of us find a position that suits our wants and fulfills the needs of the ship. I would not want to tell one to hold a position if they are unable or unwilling to perform those duties.
Dhaavan, your ideas of division of labor and duties sound like a good suggestion if both of you are so inclined to take those positions.
"Well, given a choice, I could be ship's slacker and just spend my days in this hammock... but I guess that's not a real position now, is it?" Seijiro laughs and shrugs with a contented smile on his face.
Seijiro gives Variel a grimace and sticks his tongue out a moment at the elf, then laughs heartily.
After a moment, he grows serious and says, "There's only so many of us who were among the press-ganged, but to be honest, there's no reason why some of the lesser positions can't be given to those who were loyal to us from near the beginning, too. We don't all need to wear multiple hats if it's too much to do for any one person."
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returning the smile to Jiro. What, jiro, not the answer you were looking for?
But what you say is true Jiro. Why Sandara and Rosie were with us almost from the beginningn, and others as well. Once we finish with this business I suppose the next task would be to select the crew that would fill in the other positions from those whom we trust. Who else should we look at?
"Well, we ken talk wit them about where their talents lie and figure what we ken use 'em for. Rosie may make a boatswain and who knows, Sandara may be our best pilot or navigator onboard, but we'll need ta ask 'em. I'm also not suggesting that on Peron be doin' several jobs alone, just managin' them. Jurors could have a trusted mate makin' the rounds for him every day, and another fellow watchin' the supply room and taking invantory. He just manages all o them and keeps things straight. "
"I also ain't saying Flynn should do all the training and check on the condition o' the ship all on his lonesome, nut that it be his lieutenants what train the way Flynn tell em."
Sometime into the discussion I enter the captain’s stateroom.
My jacket is gone, and my most of my gear; though I am wearing a clean shirt and trousers.
I am wearing a belt around my hips and it houses my pistol; my ammunition pouch; my mother’s dagger; and another pouch with various odds and ends.
My face is well scrubbed; at this time there is no trace of blood upon it.
My beard is trimmed and cleaned, and my hair is pulled back in a neat queue.
It seems I must have been busy.
After the briefest of moments I signal someone outside the doorway and one of the lads comes in carrying some crockery, which he places on the table.
Another lad is carrying a large pot, which is gently placed on the table as well, under my direction.
I dismiss the two sailors and have them close the door behind me and then gently arrange the crockery on the table. I place a bowl and spoon at each spot for the others; one set for each of us.
I open the lid to the pot, and the smell of steaming food wafts into the cabin, rising from the pot.
During this time I listen to the discussion, hearing Dhaavan’s comments about moving the ship quickly, but say nothing as I calmly ladle the steaming food into the bowls.
The broth is rich and somewhat greasy. There are a few vegetables inside – though not much, and large chunks of well cooked meat.
I continue to listen; now hearing Rain and Sko’s plan to leave the ship as I fill my own bowl last, my face neutral to the proceedings, remaining silent.
When all the bowls are filled and the food is prepared, I wait a moment for a pause in the conversation – then elect to explain myself.
”Madam,” I say with a polite nod to Rain ”gentleman,” I say to the others.
”My apologies for my delay below. I felt that, given the success of our venture, as well as the hard toils we endured, that some refreshment might be in order. Therefore I took the liberty of preparing a meal.”
I sit down in a chair before the others and then I open kerchief in front of me and spread it over my lap, looking up slowly with a slight expression of regret.
”I am truly sorry to say that there was no supply of wine on board to compliment the meal. This is regrettable. A fine meal deserves a fine beverage to compliment it.”
”But I suppose, in certain times, we must all make allowances.”
I regard everyone around me from my place at the table; my lips twisting slowly upwards into a small smile.
I place my spoon into the bowl, stirring the contents slowly, then I lift a generous helping of the broth to my lips. There is a large chunk of tender meat in it, and I blow on gently to cool it.
”Don’t be shy; it’s delicious – I assure you."
"Trust me, I’ve already sampled it below,” I add with a soft voice and very polite tone as I look to the others a moment.
”Well, as the elves might say; bon appetite.”
Then I devote my attention to the meal as I continue to listen to the others talk on positions and other variances of a sailing vessel, though I say nothing for now.
Of course, there should be no doubt that I am quite capable of devouring both food and information at the same time.
Seijiro stays relaxed in the hammock and does not take a bowl of the food. He watches Flynn eat with almost a grimace on his face but says nothing further about it. His tail swishes back and forth slowly, then he curls it around himself and snuggles further down into the hammock.
Very quietly, he says "I'll pass, thanks. Not hungry."
Seijiro stays relaxed in the hammock and does not take a bowl of the food. He watches Flynn eat with almost a grimace on his face but says nothing further about it. His tail swishes back and forth slowly, then he curls it around himself and snuggles further down into the hammock.
Very quietly, he says "I'll pass, thanks. Not hungry."
I pause from my food and place the spoon on the table.
I then lift the kerchief and wipe my mouth and face daintily.
I cock my head and regard Seijiro; looking at his near grimace after I prepared him a meal; one I worked hard on, and consider him a moment.
”Apologies, sir – have I given you cause for offense?” I ask him politely.
Then I wait for an answer, curious to know why he would seem so distressed.
"No offense, just not hungry. But please, don't hesitate on my account. Eat hearty and enjoy your meal." Seijiro stays supine in the hammock and sighs softly, looks to the others to see if they are partaking of the meal.
"Comfy...might as well enjoy this while I can, as I'm sure it goes with the captain's quarters and I prolly won't get another chance."
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Knowing Flynn's previous actions with the recently deceased, Variel stomach does somewhat of a flip and roll at the thought of eating anything right now. Not that he suspects Flynn of doing anything to the food, but rather Variel's mind is on other matters and the food can wait. Not wanting to offend the man, Variel takes a bowl of the food. Just before taking a bite, Variel sets the spoon down and turns to Flynn. Thanks. We were just discussing who should captain the ship now that it is indeed ours. Also in the discussion is which other positions are to be filled by ourselves and by those of the crew that we trust. Rain and Sko have indicated that they wish to be dropped off and as such we need to find people as well to swell our ranks. One of these new members may indeed be a very capapble helmsman to pilot the ship if none of us here feel up to the task. What are your thoughts Flynn? Valeros has also suggested that we renae the ship. To that I suggested that he commune with his powers to find a suitable name that fits us and her (the ship).
Variel sets the bowl of food aside as he leans forward waiting for the response.
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"No offense, just not hungry. But please, don't hesitate on my account. Eat hearty and enjoy your meal." Seijiro stays supine in the hammock and sighs softly, looks to the others to see if they are partaking of the meal.
"Comfy...might as well enjoy this while I can, as I'm sure it goes with the captain's quarters and I prolly won't get another chance."
I give Seijiro a warm smile under deadpan eyes, and continue to eat for a moment.
Then, wiping my face again, I clear my throat.
”Madam; gentleman – if I may venture an opinion?”
I wait a moment for the others to pause in their meal, than I proceed.
”It seems that our estimable lady Taneththir as well as the redoubtable master Sko have elected to leave our party, but generously determined that we keep their goods and gear. For that I thank them humbly,” I add with a nod toward Rain and Sko.
”Therefore, a question looms regarding what we should do with so much wealth.”
”The enlightened mister Nightstorm has suggested we divide our hard-earned and well-deserved plunder not as typical convention might suggest, namely between the five of us; but rather that we divide it six ways,” I say with a nod to Variel.
”I was not certain as to this endeavor – but after considering the details – I must say I agree with him.”
”When we arrive at the next port of call, we will have many things to do. For example – there is the need to refit the ship. This will cost us some coin.”
”We must also make provisions for food for the crew – again; more coin. We may also elect to purchase basic supplies such as carpentry tools, healing kits, bedrolls, fishing tackle, and possibly gear for the ship’s defenses. Again – all of this will cost more coin.”
I pause to take another bite of the soup.
”All of this will cost us coin; but its need is for the greater good. I agree with mister Nightstorm’s idea, and further add that in the future we keep a portion of all wealth put aside for the ship. Perhaps this division might be equal to the division between the few of us who decide to sail on the ship as officers? In other words; if we have five officers, we continue to divide the wealth we find six ways. If, for example, we arrive in the next port and hire out a specialist officer; such as a formal pilot with more experience in these waters, a cleric like the lady Sandara, though perhaps with more skill; a master craftsman whose specialty is creating magical gear, or whatever the decision is… than that would mean, if they are elected to the cadre or “officers” than we divide further spoils seven ways – again, an equal portion for the ship’s greater good.”
”In time we may wish to have better weapons, better sails, and a host of other things. Having a fund for such things seems reasonable. It occurs to me now that mister Jaloksin’s comments seem more literal to me rather than poetic,” I say with a nod to Valeros.
”Recall he spoke, saying – A ship is a living thing. I do agree with him. Though regrettably I do not believe his opinion that she will - "continue on regardless"."
"Like any other living thing she needs the necessities which make life possible. She will need care and attention, love and consideration. If she is in fact to be seen as a literal thing, then she is "one of us". Very well, than I say she should be given equal consideration when it comes to the division of wealth.”
”After all; if she dies, we all die. We cannot afford to have our ship fail, and I would not see it so.”
I pause, tasting another bite of the tender meat, than finishing the broth and help myself to seconds, curious to know what the others will think of the meal.
”When we arrive in town it is likely we will all have many duties to begin. Gathering gear and supplies for the ship is certainly one that would belong to the quartermaster.”
I turn again to Seijiro.
”Seijiro-san – you have volunteered for quartermaster. If you would like, I will come with you to assist in the requisition of goods for the ship. Perhaps an extra voice may aid you in bargaining for a better deal? If that is not to your taste, I am certainly open to suggestions as to how I may help best when we reach the port.”
I pause a moment, as if a sudden thought struck me.
”Regarding that – does anyone know how long it will take to reach this port? That is – how many days? Has anyone checked the log books and discovered our distance, not to mention what else we may in the former mister Plugg’s cabin,” I add with a nod to the chests around us – and the charts.
”I ask about the length of journey because, if you will permit me – I would like to move about the ship and strip it of some basic scrap metal and various wooden odds and ends.”
”It should not affect our journey, though I would guess those parts will need to be replaced at the port when we reach it."
"But I am looking to improve my firearm, and perhaps craft a new one. This takes me time, and I would rather not spend the time working on such projects after we reach port, instead of doing my duty to assist in helping the ship.”
”If I am able to strip the ship of various loose scrap metal and lumber; when we reach port I will take my wealth and purchase the replacement parts and add their cost to the needs of refitting the ship. When whoever is at this port is refitting our ship then they can simply add the cost of the scrap metal and loose wood I took to that figure; I will pay for it out of my own coin, of course. But I would rather arrive in town with better arms than arrive and be forced to spend several days by the docks crafting while you others are forced to do jobs without me to help, if I am able.”
"And naturally, for any who are interested, I can also provide firearms for you as well. Though of course, you would have to pay for the scrap metal and wood.”
”Would anyone have any objections to this?”
Knowing Flynn's previous actions with the recently deceased, Variel stomach does somewhat of a flip and roll at the thought of eating anything right now. Not that he suspects Flynn of doing anything to the food, but rather Variel's mind is on other matters and the food can wait. Not wanting to offend the man, Variel takes a bowl of the food. Just before taking a bite, Variel sets the spoon down and turns to Flynn. Thanks. We were just discussing who should captain the ship now that it is indeed ours. Also in the discussion is which other positions are to be filled by ourselves and by those of the crew that we trust. Rain and Sko have indicated that they wish to be dropped off and as such we need to find people as well to swell our ranks. One of these new members may indeed be a very capapble helmsman to pilot the ship if none of us here feel up to the task. What are your thoughts Flynn? Valeros has also suggested that we renae the ship. To that I suggested that he commune with his powers to find a suitable name that fits us and her (the ship).
Variel sets the bowl of food aside as he leans forward waiting for the response.
I look absently at Variel, pleased to see that he has taken some of the soup.
"A good set of questions."
"Firstly; a pilot with knowledge of currents, weather patterns and good ports of call would be wonderful. Also, I would be pleased to have a more competent healer rather than myself, or the good lady Sandara. Not that I doubt her talents; but I say there is nothing wrong with having the best."
"I would also like to add a person talented in constructing magical gear. It may be that while we are on the seas we discover a need for a specific item that we cannot purchase at a port. If someone can indeed construct such things - it could be very helpful."
I take another bite of the soup.
"Naturally, all of these things are academic, at best. We cannot truly know what we'll find until we arrive in port, but I agree that keeping our eyes open for possibilities is a good thing."
I ponder his query about a possible captain.
"To me, the best choice for a captain is one that the crew will obey. There are those among us who are talented at manning the con; others still who have made good friends among the sailors. There are those of us who may encourage obedience through the act of fear."
I shrug.
"Whatever the method - the one who is best suited to motivate the sailors should be captain, as I see it."
"However; speaking only for myself?"
I wipe my mouth again, pausing. My face looks troubled, as if I know what I am about to say may cause offense and am trying to state it properly.
"I will say this about the one who is so named "captain": if they are wise, and make wise suggestions, I shall follow those suggestions. If they give instructions, I will listen and do my best to fulfill that task. However, I have come to a decision about a captain, or any other who would lead me."
I shake my head again. My eyes are suddenly cloudy, as if a mental storm is behind them. I pause another moment, then continue.
"I dreamed of sailing on a ship as a lad. I dreamed of being a man of honor; a man who would serve honorable captains in great and noble adventures. I dreamed of following a leader to a heroic battle, in which - win or lose - to begin such a quest and yet die would write my name into the immortal legends."
I shrug again, my face losing its color even more so and the animation leaving my speech a bit as my eyes stair down at the table a moment.
"I know now that those are the dreams of a child. They are dead to me now."
I look up again, regaining my composure a bit.
"Regarding a captain? I say now that I will follow no man, or woman," I add with a nod toward Rain "simply because they gives me an order."
"No; I am not pledging myself to follow orders ever again."
"I will follow wise suggestions. I will follow excellent strategies. I will take steps to help my friends besides, even if they vex me. Indeed, I will do what I can for the ship and crew - but I shall not follow another's orders again, simply because they posses a title or rank."
"I am no man's slave, so rank or title shall not grant my blind obedience. If one of you is chosen as "captain" and asks me to do something, it is likely I will do it because we are comrades who have bled together, or because your request or suggestion is wise."
"But I regret to say that whoever is chosen as captain, though I will listen to suggestions and do what I can to aid that person to the best of my ability, I shall not follow their whim or decree simply because I was given an "order."
I dab my forehead slightly with the kerchief, a light sheen of sweat is fresh on my pale skin.
"Apologies, I mean no offense to any. But I wished to say it so. If one of you will be captain for the good of the ship; then I suggest that is the one with the most influence over the crew. I leave that decision to you."
"As to what position I can fill? Well; I am a capable sailor. I can perform minor surgery and magical healing. I am a skilled fighter in melee or at range. I can identify and know much about lore and magic. And finally, I am able to aid almost anyone in whatever task you would need assistance in."
I smile a moment, though briefly.
"I am master of no real skill, excepting the arts of black powder; though I am skilled in may fields. Whatever you wish me to do, if you ask me, and if it is in my power, I shall aid you as I can," I say with a glance to my food.
I eat for a moment, then suddenly look up at Variel again.
"Ah - apologies. Your last question? You asked me what I thought of naming the ship?"
I ponder a moment, then look to Valeros, as if taking my cue from him.
"Mister Jaloksin had remarked that a ship is a living thing. Surely this vessel is damaged, but I believe that with love and care she will one day become great. To honor that sentiment, yet give no attention to one particular or another, what if we named the ship - "The Lady" - and simply called her that?"
"Then we should all remember her place with us, and remember that she is one of us as well; and a great lady she shall become, in time, I hope."
I look to the others, curious to know their opinion on that title, and my thoughts.
"I think the first mate needs more to be a man who others will obey readily than the captain. The captain gives the orders, it is the First Mate who relays them to the crew and has to be obeyed. Just my observation. That's why I think Dhaavan would make a great First Mate. Captain needs to be a man the crew looks up to but the officers will all follow as well, which is why I think Variel's the man for that, or elf for that, especially after his actions during the mutiny."
"As for a name for the ship, 'the Lady' doesn't seem much like a fearsome name for a pirate ship. Once we establish ourselves as pirates, our ship's name should be one that can strike fear in the hearts of our targets. 'The Lady' doesn't seem to have that ring to it, that it doesn't."
"Not that I have something else in mind... But if it MUST have 'lady' in the name, how about 'The Dark Lady' or 'The Dread Lady' or something like that? Sorry, I'm not so good with Common or the naming of things, so please feel free to ignore that suggestion if ya don't like it. Personally I'd rather go with something more scary-sounding, like 'The Sea Reaver' or some such."
He sighs and settles back into the hammock deeper, enjoying the comfort of it.
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Variel listens intently while Flynn gives his discourse. Smiling a half smile that could almost be a smirk, grimace, or something else altogether, Variel sits back. Flynn, I hear you quite clearly. I think none of us would like to follow an order simply because it is an order. I myself would feel resentment and anger for such a blatant use of power and authority. However, if the captain issues an order and the crew hears that order and it is not carried out then there is a problem. I am sure that all of us agree that we do not want the crew to think that the captain can be ignored. Tis gives rise to mutiny, insubordination, and lack of institutional control. That is not acceptable on board any vessel. I hope you can understand this and it won't pose a problem to whoever the new captain is.
Turning to Jiro's input on the ship name, Aye, we need something that should strike fear into those that we strike. Fear and respect will go far to help our cause in capturing vessels and plundering the seas. That and the name needs to have some style. What I mean is, the name needs to have some iconic imagery that we can put on a flag. Then when we raise our flag, all will know who it is. If it is The Dread Lady then a picture of a medusa or such as our penant.
This is not to say that we need to be blood thirsty and harbor dark thoughts and deeds. In fact the opposite may be better. If merchants know that we do not shed the blood of those who yield, we may have a chance to capture prey easier. They will surrender knowing that they will live a life not in slavery but free to pursue their gains after we leave them.
Seijiro nods in response to Variel's comments about a captain's orders. "I agree with Variel. At least to the rest of the crew, a captain's orders should be received and reacted to as if law on board ship. If other officers, which all of us would be, have issue with the captain's orders, those orders should still be followed, and issues be taken up in private without a fuss over them... but taken up quiet-like. I'm sure whoever is captain would be more than willing to listen to whatever fellow officer has problems with his orders. If not, then we need to revisit who is captain, doncha think?" Seijiro frowns as he considers his own words.
"Not sayin' we need ta mutiny every time the captain issues orders we dun like, just sayin' captain should be willing to listen to the rest of us, but we need to show the captain due respect. Flynn, if you're not willing to do that, maybe onboard a ship isn't the place for you. Captain's word is law on a ship, that's the way it has to be, and it has nothin' ta do with bein' press-ganged, enslaved, or under someone else's thumb, so to speak. It's just the way it is."
He stretches and then relaxes again in the hammock, rolls onto his back from his side and swishes his tail, letting it hang toward the floor over the side of the hammock...
"I've got no issue with Captain's word as law, so long as I've got a say if I need one... but I know whatever I've got to say would be for captain's and officers' ears only, not for the crew."
As for a name, 'Dread Lady' would be fine with me, and what you call a medusa for our figurehead maybe? And for our flag, I guess."
I place my spoon on the table and look at Variel, trying to ascertain the nature of his smirk or grimace, but not clear on its meaning.
There are many things I could say at this time, or might say.
But I dismiss all of those thoughts.
I shrug then smile pleasantly.
"What the crew thinks, or does not think; I cannot control that."
"But as for orders? Well, I have already made my thoughts on that matter as clear as I can."
"I will not obey orders simply because they are "orders". If I am asked to do something, it is very likely I will do it. I have not caused issues regarding those matters."
"But if someone tells me - Do this, I am the captain and I order you to obey - well; you are quite correct. There will be issues."
Seijiro nods in response to Variel's comments about a captain's orders. "I agree with Variel. At least to the rest of the crew, a captain's orders should be received and reacted to as if law on board ship. If other officers, which all of us would be, have issue with the captain's orders, those orders should still be followed, and issues be taken up in private without a fuss over them... but taken up quiet-like. I'm sure whoever is captain would be more than willing to listen to whatever fellow officer has problems with his orders. If not, then we need to revisit who is captain, doncha think?" Seijiro frowns as he considers his own words.
"Not sayin' we need ta mutiny every time the captain issues orders we dun like, just sayin' captain should be willing to listen to the rest of us, but we need to show the captain due respect. Flynn, if you're not willing to do that, maybe onboard a ship isn't the place for you. Captain's word is law on a ship, that's the way it has to be, and it has nothin' ta do with bein' press-ganged, enslaved, or under someone else's thumb, so to speak. It's just the way it is."
He stretches and then relaxes again in the hammock, rolls onto his back from his side and swishes his tail, letting it hang toward the floor over the side of the hammock...
"I've got no issue with Captain's word as law, so long as I've got a say if I need one... but I know whatever I've got to say would be for captain's and officers' ears only, not for the crew."
As for a name, 'Dread Lady' would be fine with me, and what you call a medusa for our figurehead maybe? And for our flag, I guess."
I turn a somewhat bland look at Seijiro at this time.
"Seijiro-san; there was a time when I believed with some firm conviction of the institutions which you now espouse. Honor; integrity; dignity and a filial love for the value of a ship and the officers who conned her. Indeed, I held those things very dear."
"If it matters, I had spoke many times on the principles of following a noble captain; obeying his orders - the absolute commitment that must be bound between the captain and his ship, and the crew and their captain."
I smile a moment.
"That time has passed."
"You have all taught me the error of my ways. Too long I was told that my adherence to quaint notions such as a generous nature; a forgiving heart; equal pay shared among all of us... these were not the ways of a sailor in these waters, eh?"
"Indeed, even functioning as a privateer, rather than a pirate... There was a time when I held all of these as honorable and true notions. But now I see that they were false."
"I resisted the possibility that those ideas were false of course, for some time in fact. No doubt you recall that?"
I shrug.
"Well, in any case, I am cured of that malady, I assure you."
I smile again.
"As for my "place"? Be it on the deck of a ship, or on hanged from my neck; I will travel where I wish, or until Fate conspires against me to prevent me from my journey."
"For now, I am on a ship; I am on this ship, and I have no intention of leaving the ship."
"I would prefer to be a considered a companion among allies; a comrade among brethren; a kindred spirit among friends."
"But I am no slave to bend my knee on a formality. I will listen to requests from a friend, but I shall not obey the orders of another man on his say so."
I pause a moment and sigh, then rouse myself a moment.
"Though I do thank you for your opinions, of course," I say with a polite nod of my head.
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Variel stands and starts to pace around the room. Twice he opens his mouth to say something but shuts it before a sound is made. Finally he stops and stares out to see for a long moment.
Turning back to Flynn, So let me get this straight. During the heat of battle, a raging storm, an attack by sea monsters, what have you. The captain of the ship is to ask you to perform tasks while he or she is barking orders to everyone else? When everyones life is on the line and time is of the essence, you must be asked by the captain before you will listen to what the captain says?
If this is the case and the captain does not ask you but orders you in the heat of the moment, how can any of us trust that you will do what is commanded/ordered of you? Everyone else's life may depend on you following the order and yet we won't know if that order will be followed? Hmmm....
Variel stops talking at this point and just waits for Dhaavan or Valeros to comment and weigh in on the conversation. Anything else Variel would say at the moment would just enflame the conversation and that is not needed right now.
Seijiro watches Variel and purses his lips silently, twitches his tail in silent agitation over the issue at hand.
He turns to watch Flynn with a slight scowl on his face. "This isn't the way to begin things, I think. But some things need ta be said. Variel has the right of it, I think. Captain's orders aren't suggestions to be considered and followed on a whim or not, by anyone, regardless of position on the ship. Mebbe you should consider another line o' work if that's your final say on the matter."
"That isn't to say that in the privacy of this room we're all equal in a sense, but out there on deck, in front of the crew, we need one man as captain and his word has to be law."
I watch Variel's pacing and hear his words.
I listen to Seijiro's comments.
I consider my actions a moment before speaking.
I turn to Seijiro first.
"Seijiro-san I have already made my position quite clear regarding what line of work I will follow; and where I shall travel."
"I am traveling on this ship, and with those who who serve on her."
"Though it seems we may have a difference in opinion; I have no absolutely no intention of considering another line of work other than this one."
I stretch a moment before continuing.
"As for a person's "orders"? Why of course I'll consider whether I'll follow them or not, no matter what my position was on the ship, or off it. But that's only reasonable."
"After all, you're not seriously suggesting that if mister Nightstorm was captain and you were his first officer that your dual word was "law" and I would be compelled to obey all of your words without question, whether I liked them or not; whether I agreed with their morality or decency, or what-have-you?"
I am confused, suddenly wondering it that is what is actually meant, but I don't think that can be correct. After all, I may be leaping to false conclusions at this time. I decide to ask again, just to be sure.
"Come now, that's not what you are really saying, is it?"
I pause for a moment, thinking.
Then I continue...
"Now, as for the opinions of the crew? Well, should they fall confused over who the apparent leader is... in truth, I must say that I am not overly concerned with those issues at this time. I'm sure they will all be sorted out fairly easily, if that ever happens," I say in a polite and relaxed manner, hoping to calm down any bad blood.
"But again; thank you for your suggestions. Yet as I said before; I have no intention of leaving the ship or those who sail upon her."
I turn to Variel.
"Mister Nightstorm, why not sit down and relax, please?" I ask him gently.
"Do forgive me, but you seem distraught over what are, at best, hypothetical situations. After all, none of the things you are suggesting have happened since we've taken this ship. Attacked by a sea monster? Come now! Why worry about those details now?"
"But perhaps instead of worrying over those small details, if I may say it, is it possible that we might be better to discuss other business at this time instead?"
"For example; it seemed that you and Seijiro-san had decided on a name for the vessel? Very good. I'm sure whatever you two decide will be splendid."
"And of course, if it eases the tension somewhat, naturally I'll do whatever I can to aid you in helping immortalize the name on our ship, if you'd like."
"You mentioned carving a figurehead. Well, that's easy enough, I would think - I could carve one as soon as you give me some basic sketches or ideas. The same is true for creating a plaque for the ship to display the name you have come up with. Simply show me any conceptional ideas and I will happily begin working on the project."
"Of course, naming the ship aside, as well the nuances of what title each person would claim; perhaps there are other things to discuss?"
"For example; what is our plans specifically when we get to this island? What should we do with the crew we have, specifically? Shall we enlist new forces? What innovations will be planned on improving the ship, and how much, and what type? How will we pay the men; as well as make provisions for them?"
"Now, what do you recommend on those matters, and any other ideas toward our plans when we reach port? And if it matters, what can I do to help?"
"Ok, you too, now you're being silly. We elect captain what knows what he's doing, and we follow his orders for that reason. Variel brings up a point, in an emergency, we put our trust in the Captain to get us through it. When there's no time for discussion and snap decisions need be made there's got to be one decision maker otherwise folk'll die. He's coordinatin everbody on the boat and by acceptin him a captain, we're trustin his judgement."
"Now Flynn ain't sayin' that he's gonna be goin' and ignorign orders in times o' crisis or openly insubordinatin in front of the crew, Right Horatio?" he asks Flynn in a tone that suggests that a simple yes would be the appropriate response.
"So don't worry, Variel. He jest wants it clear that you don't got licence to act the Tyrant, which I know yea won't take, otherwise I'd not give yea a vote o' confidence. Whoever leads us on the boat does it cause we choose ta follow yea, and I don't figure anybody disagrees wit' that point. basically yea justcan't let bein called Captain go ta yer head." Dhaavan tells Variel
Turning, then to Flynn, Dhaavan says "When we're in the heat o' the moment and the crew's relyin on yea to work in concert wit' the team, yea won't put us all at risk and argue when there's no time for it. WHen we're making the plan we'd benefit from yer input, so that when we execute it goes off without a hitch. We can trust yea to work as part o' the team."
"We're making a deal here, we do what the captain tells us cause the captain don't tell us to do nothin we'd be unwillin' ta do. Real simple long as all parties follow the contract, alright."
There is a commanding presence in Dhaavan's voice. Even if he slightly twists his crewmates words, there is a clear way to come to an agreement based on what he is saying. Flynn is not sacraficing his freedom while Variel, as captain, would retain the "authority" afforded to him by being elected and not need to worry about insubordination. Taking his friends words to their most reasonable meanings where both parities can meet in the middle, the young man presents them with an agreement that should satisfy everyone.
He gives them a look that seems to say "This ain't me tellin yea how it is, but how yea really should make it so we can come ta agreement."
Seijiro wriggles a little in the hammock as Dhaavan speaks and nods in accordance with it, though he's still not convinced Flynn agrees and he watches Horatio curiously for his reaction. Until now, Flynn's been adamant in not wanting to follow orders, and here comes Dhaavan sayin' he will in a pinch. Which is it, really? Does Dhaavan have the right of it, or is Flynn really going to ignore orders simply because they are such?
Seijiro gnaws on his lower lip slightly with one long canine tooth, then licks his lips while he waits for FLynn's reply.
He sighs as he scratches himself idly and yawns... then shakes slightly, riffling his own fur, then letting it settle flat again.
"Ok, you too, now you're being silly. We elect captain what knows what he's doing, and we follow his orders for that reason. Variel brings up a point, in an emergency, we put our trust in the Captain to get us through it. When there's no time for discussion and snap decisions need be made there's got to be one decision maker otherwise folk'll die. He's coordinatin everbody on the boat and by acceptin him a captain, we're trustin his judgement."
"Now Flynn ain't sayin' that he's gonna be goin' and ignorign orders in times o' crisis or openly insubordinatin in front of the crew, Right Horatio?" he asks Flynn in a tone that suggests that a simple yes would be the appropriate response.
"So don't worry, Variel. He jest wants it clear that you don't got licence to act the Tyrant, which I know yea won't take, otherwise I'd not give yea a vote o' confidence. Whoever leads us on the boat does it cause we choose ta follow yea, and I don't figure anybody disagrees wit' that point. basically yea justcan't let bein called Captain go ta yer head." Dhaavan tells Variel
Turning, then to Flynn, Dhaavan says "When we're in the heat o' the moment and the crew's relyin on yea to work in concert wit' the team, yea won't put us all at risk and argue when there's no time for it. WHen we're making the plan we'd benefit from yer input, so that when we execute it goes off without a hitch. We can trust yea to work as part o' the team."
"We're making a deal here, we do what the captain tells us cause the captain don't tell us to do nothin we'd be unwillin' ta do. Real simple long as all parties follow the contract, alright."
There is a commanding presence in Dhaavan's voice. Even if he slightly twists his crewmates words, there is a clear way to come to an agreement based on what he is saying. Flynn is not sacraficing his freedom while Variel, as captain, would retain the "authority" afforded to him by being elected and not need to worry about insubordination. Taking his...
I smile widely at Dhaavan's words.
"Ah, sir - you do my heart well. This is precisely why I suggested you be captain in the first place. You have the presence of mind, the charisma, and general quality that feels very; if you'll pardon the expression - down to earth. This ability to be seen as both one of the men as well as a leader is another quality that I feel draws people to you."
"Of course, I shall not bore anyone by restating my opinions again, especially as you understood my point immediately it seems, and with little say-so on my part, which I feel shows a remarkable clarity."
"Yet as it seems that we are currently locked into the nuances of choosing "positions" on the ship, I would nominate you for captain specifically. Perhaps mister Nightstorm might do well as your acting first officer?"
"Now, for myself? I am no expert on the matter, but what is clear to me is that I feel that you understand things very easily. Also, it seems you don't need long explanations. Both are good qualities in a leader."
"That said - how do you find the meal? Is it to your taste?" I ask sincerely and curiously about the food.
Seijiro just shakes his head slowly and sighs...
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Dhaavan, you have the right of it. Any captain worth his ship is not going to run his crew and officers ragged and abuse his or her authority just because he or she can. The whole reason the captain is captain is there is trust from the rest of the officers that the captain will lead them correctly. Likewise, the captain trusts his officers to lead the crew. If one fails the other, either a mutiny occurs which we just experienced, or the officer is replaced. neither option is a good option so if we can settle issues now we won't have to worry about the future.
Variel will return to his seat, but still does not touch the soup.
Looking at Flynn again, I understand a little about what you mean about positions, but the crew must know who is in charge of which aspect of life on the ship. If no one is in charge of the supplies, who would the crew go to to purchase items? All of us? If so then how ae we to know what is currently in stock as someone might have just sold items 20 minutes ago. Now we as the officers would have the luxury of changing roles and positions as we see fit, but the crew must know what is going on.
I tense a moment, then let out a deep sigh and turn to Variel and smile somewhat his comments.
”Your points are equally fair. I do not contest any of them,” I say with a brief nod.
”Perhaps I was in error to speak in haste – my blood is yet hot from the battle we engaged in only moments ago, though I confess it does seem like days, now that we have achieved our end at this time.”
”Even so, what is clear to me is that this morning I had made a... this morning I had decided formally there were things I could no longer tolerate in my life. One of things specifically was to be under the dominion of a master who demands things of me against my will.”
”The decision I made when I… this morning when I decided to adhere to that action has been heavy on my mind. It was that which prompted my more direct action this morning with my pistol shot rather than tolerate the late mister Plugg’s sneering visage from the aft deck as I stood amidship watching him.”
I pause to look at the others a moment.
”Apologies if that action startled anyone – I was not wholly myself.”
”But to clarify any doubts; I do not plan on challenging anyone’s position on this vessel, once such a position is decided. To challenge that position would suggest blood, and in such a contest there could only be one victor, while the other is dead.”
I sigh.
”I have no desires regarding killing any of you, so you need not fear that issue.”
”Also, whatever your private opinions of me are – I think it is fair to suggest that I have conducted myself with good manners thus far. I will not argue with you anyone in front of the crew, for that would be rude, no matter what I thought of the person who stands over me; nor do I have much need to debate an action in a moment of crisis.”
My face is taking on the same pallor that has colored it before.
”But if a person seeks to dominate me; if they seek to impose their will upon me or try to control me or make demands of me without my consent… this is a demand which gives birth to a challenge of blood.”
”Yet if one of you is deemed “Captain” and they speak saying – Mister Flynn, I need you to begin preparations for creating a new fighting top – or again – Mister Flynn, I need you to take position on the sternchasers, for enemies are approaching – well, that is a fair request. It is not articulated as the late mister Plugg’s demands were to me. It is polite and a request I will not argue with, even if I do not wholly understand the need.”
”But if a man would elect to treat me foully for amusement, or orders me to the foulest ship's duty every day simply for amusement instead of for a reason, or – gods forbid – allowing every man to simply take turns at hard tasks… When I determine orders are to abuse me for the amusement of the men who seek to dominate me? In that case I will allow one polite private conversation for explanation. Failing that…”
I shrug, then I sigh again and I seem to be regaining my composure.
”Now, it is a fact that the captain of this vessel will have to be well suited for duties that lead and inspire men. Mister Nightstorm, the others aside – we two have had too much bad blood between us for me to be wholly comfortable in that determination if you are chosen captain. Nevertheless, in this matter I will accept the decision of the others, if they are all in agreement against my private misgivings.”
”But, and I think this is a reasonable issue – there are many other positions which need to be decided besides captain. Further, though we don’t know for sure – I am guessing we have a little time before we reach our next port. During the interim on the voyage we could each be honing specific skills which are useful to the good of the company.”
”For myself, I am decent sailor at this time, yes. But I could be spending my time with more knowledge regarding engineering, if I am truly to be in charge of the ships artillery.”
”If everyone is comfortable that I am not simply going to lounge on the deck when chores are needed, nor will I draw steel to massacre someone simply because they ask me a simple request such as manning the weapons in a combat – perhaps we can discuss more wholly the rest of the positions as well?”
I smile a moment, showing I am joking a bit, and dab my skin with a kerchief to dry the sweat from it.
Cocking his head at the suggestion of captainship, Dhaavan gives a bit of a shrug, "Honestly, I'm fair new to this whole nautical life, and while I may be good wit' the crew, but for me, my study o' magic'll likely take most o' my time and energies when combined with tryin to keep the ship's crew in order. Addin that to plannin our charts, and learnin me way round a boat so as ta be able to give orders when we really need em. I also dont' really got a direction ta go at this point, or ambition. I really sorto' found myself here, and it dont' really matter much where I am as i search for power, Peppery's evidence that it can be found here easy enough."
"About other jobs, Jiro, yea used ta be a Poweder runner, or somethin, right? Yea know yer way round a ship's guns? It occures ta me that yea could work wit' the guns here on the boat. Not sure, but is a thought, spreadin responsibility round some?"
"I been workin out some methods o' enchantment and think I'm capable of at least making some trinkets once i get me some supplies, but I'll need a hand with the magic spells what I'm tryin ta work into the things I make, but that's not too complicated."
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Following along with Flynn, Variel nods his head. When he is finished, Variel voice softens a bit. Flynn, I know we disagree, but don't think for a moment that I wouldnt hesitate to side along with you if a captain behaved as Plugg and Scourge behaved. I think all of us would agree to that and support one another if something similar occurred again. None of us want to face that situation again.
It was when you said that you would not follow orders and that you would follow requests if you agreed to them that alarmed me. Now that you have clarified you statement I think I understand you more. You are concerned that you will treated unfairly by a ruthless captain. Let me assure you and put your fears at rest. Such treatment will not be tolerated on this ship even if I am not the captain. I would rail against that authority just as we railed against Plugg and Scourge. There is also something I think you are forgetting. Variel eyes twinkle at this moment. You are going to be one of the officers. Such a position comes with respect and perks. I think ourt days in the bilges are over. Now that being said, an officer is still going to have hard work ahead of him or her. Smiling at Jiro, Granted, Jiro wants the position of cabin boy already so you may have to fight over that position. In all seriousness though, your skill set and knowledges lead you into areas more befitting of using your mind than of you toiling on the decks or in the bilges. Whatever you seek to do, I figure you can learn quickly and master shortly thereafter. So do not worry about being the target of some cruel plot. It won't happen as long as we are all here together. Does that ease your conscience?
Seijiro barks in laughter at Variel's offer of the position of Cabin Boy, then grows silent again to listen to the rest he has to say and nods in agreement.
"We are together in this, and whatever happens, whoever is captain, we are all free officers on the ship and equal outside the actual duties and positions we hold onboard." He grows quiet again, his eyes flicking from one to another of those in the cabin, hoping none of them took the 'cabin boy' comment seriously and mutters something softly to himself in Minkaian.
Then he speaks softly in common.
blue green waves outside
sea rises, ship strains to fly
before a stiff wind.
"We need to make a decision on who's to captain the vessel and make a show of ourselves on deck before too long passes. The crew needs to get to know and accept us as officers and some will do so more readily than others... Best not to leave them to their own devices for too long, I think."
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I agree Jiro. We must decide things shortly before the crew gets restless.
I heard you say you had some skill with enchanting items. I was wondering if you were able to make an item for me? I desire to be smarter than I currently am and find my knowledge of the seas and the way of a sailor needing some help. This is doubly true if we are leading this ship. As such if you could imbue this item to grant me that knowledge I would be most appreciative. Of course I would pay for all the equipment needed and whatever you may want as well.
I nod in pleasant assent to Variel's comments about not being slaves to the likes of Plugg and Scourge, and wipe my mouth with a brief smile.
Hearing the other comments, I add a new thought -
"For myself, I am more curious to know how far the next port is. How many days journey is it and what shall we find in the boxes yonder," I say gesturing to boxes that lay untouched as of yet, in Plugg's cabin.
"In any case, if you prefer, I can attend to the crew, if you like. My hunger is slaked and I am there seems little to do at this time, now that the meal is concluded."
Seijiro climbs slowly and reluctantly out of the hammock. He saunters over to the boxes in the captain's quarters and checks them for traps before trying to open them.
If they are locked, he looks over at Flynn and narrows his eyes slightly as he says, "I don't suppose you found any keys on Plugg or Scourge?"
If Flynn has keys, he will ask for them, and simply open the boxes easily with the keys.
If Flynn has no keys, he will attempt to open the locks with his tools
While Seijiro examines the boxes, I'll assist him.
At this point I will now cast "Detect Magic".
Seeing the hammock is filled with a magical aura, I'll attempt to identify it.
I ponder the hammock a moment, then I will attempt to "Aid" Seijiro in his efforts to discover a trap.
Seeing that everyone is ignoring my meal, I sigh and begin to clean up the dishes.
"By the way, the hammock you've been laying in is magical; it could be worth something."