By the time Sinmara casts her spell, her zombies had nearly torn the bald man to shreds, and Hai-Jun had quite literally devoured one of the other pirates. Only three enemy pirates remained both alive and conscious enough to hear Sinmara's words.
The first, still paralyzed, is unable to prevent himself from catching fire.
The other two are simply not competent enough to prevent it.
Coranzen winces as the cutlass knicks him, but doesn't get the opportunity to retaliate as the offender is consumed by Hai-Jun. Thinking quickly, he drops his culverin to the deck with a heavy thud, then vaults over the railing as he pulls out his rapier.
Now next to the pirate he had seen tumble down the stairs, he plunges the rapier into the foe's shoulder.
Karol moves swiftly across the deck, slamming a finned fist hard into the face of whoever's left.
"That could have gone better." Ligeia mumbles, looking at the series of holes in her midsection. Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a small wand, and hums a soft tune as she moves it over the wounds.
The majority of them close up instantly, leaving only a few places where the shrapnel has still pierced the skin. Glaring, she turns over towards the mutineers. "Fat load of good you lot were." She points towards the stairs. "Go on, check the lower decks."
"You... you killed them all!"
The group who, up until now, considered themselves to be mutineers, are all visibly shaken by what they've seen. They quickly huddle up together and mutter amongst themselves.
Kraol rushes over to one of the pirates who are busy burning to death and punches her, which she does not appreciate.
Kyanos shoots the paralyzed, burning, eye-bleeding pirate with his crossbow, smirking at how quickly the fight seems to be resolved. Upon seeing his bolt miss, his smirk dims a little.
Despite the pain of Kyanos' glare, and the searing of his flesh, the pirate's demise continues to draw out, as slowly and painfully as possible.
The pirate near Hai-Jun panics and rushes towards the water, leaving herself open to both Hai-Jun and Kraol.
The last burning target screams, and collapses immediately, losing consciousness before he can respond.
Coranzen's target attempts to withdraw, and flees to a pair of men behind the stairs. One, a sadistic-looking human with a long, braided beard, the other a lumbering hulk of a human, looking for all the world like a shaved bear, or some other manner of beast.
By the looks of it, the large man has been bound down here in the cargo hold for some time, and has just now had his bindings severed by the axe in his keeper's hand.
The last pirate nears the two of them, hoping to take some degree of cover from the sea elf's wrath...
Only to be immediately struck down by his own superior.
"I've no use for a whimpering buffoon!" He growls. "Owlbear! Get these intruders off of my ship."
The oaf nods, grabbing a hunk of wood from the floor near him, and steps towards Coranzen.
As the man walks by, Kraol jabs out his arm, attempting to clothesline him in the chest.
Sinmara gestures quickly to her zombies. "Drowned dead! Go get these air-breathers out of my cargo hold." The sodden undead shuffle forward, tumbling more than climbing down into the hold. As a mass of dripping flesh, they surge down the stairs, passing and nearly surrounding Coranzen as they rush towards the new arrivals.
She steps forward, catching sight of the burly man threatening her master gunner. "How DARE you!?" she cries, the magical power of the siren's call reverberating in her words. "Drop to your knees and beg to be punished, worthless scum!"
As the last of her minions shuffles off belowdecks, Sinmara finally deigns to notice the mutineers Ligeia dredged up. She fixes them with a piercing glare and remarks sarcastically, "I seem to recall them firing on you first." She laughs, a beautiful and mocking sound. "You're welcome to try to convince them to surrender."
Hai-Jun drifts across the deck of the ship on a animated wave, slowly closing in on the mutineers as he stares them down. "If you're not willing to kill to survive, you're worth no more than chum," He growls menacingly. With a smooth turn, his threatening posture moves to descend down the stairs, the wave rushing him passed Coranzen and the throng of animated corpses. "Make way, Brother," He rumbles, "I hunger for more."
The towering sharkman kept himself hunched over as he surveyed the lower level to avoid the low ceiling, displaying the bloodied razors lining his jaws to the two surfacers. Hai-Jun paced the walls of the relatively tiny room before the red stained tide under his feet brought him to loom over the supposed captain and his simpleton pet, "Now will you beg or will you fight?"
Coranzen flinched and braced himself as the brute approached, but was quickly relieved by the sea of bodies rushing past him, particularly Hai-Jun. Feeling confident in his position on the stairs, he drops his rapier with a clatter, then pulls out his third weapon; a menacing rifle. With another tap of his bandolier, the rifle loads instantaneously, and he takes aim at the apparent captain.
Another loud bang sounds across the ship as the rifle bullet is sent hurtling with direct precision at the vicious man.
Owlbear, rather than attack, collapses, clutching his makeshift club close to his body and sobs.
Kraol jump-kicks the crying Owlbear as hard as he can, aiming for his vitals.
Kyanos stands at the top of the stairs, as his eyes flash with intensity at the man sobbing on the floor. He says to the man in a strange and reverberating voice, "Feel the pain that you deserve."
Ligeia stays on deck as some of the others move below and pick off the stragglers. She moves closer towards the mutineers, glowering both at their cowardice and at their huddled whispers. Drawing her whip, her expression changes to being a combination of sweet and sad, and she pouts as she points the whip at the one who had seemed to be the leader. "This is what you wanted. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now."
Owlbear is even more terrified now.
Meanwhile, Kraol attempts to perform a flying leap through the deck of the ship, and instead just stubs his toe.
The mutineers are clearly terrified of Ligeia, but the human male, who they seemed to be following, manages to pipe up. "We weren't expecting this... level of savagery."
The halfling brings up a slightly more relevant point. "Yeah, uh... who's we gonna get ta run this girl wif 'er crew dead? Fer my count, we'd need, least, twenny 'ands ta git 'er out ta sea."
She takes a moment, then corrects herself. "Wait, no. Make it forty 'ands. Two per."
Meanwhile, the cornered captain tries desperately to sink his axe into Hai-Jun's hide. It doesn't do him any good.
"O-Owlbear! What are you doing?!"
Sinmara, still on deck, hears the halfling's query. "This handful of soggy sailors ain't the only bunch of undead at my beck and call! Besmara blesses those with piracy truly in their blood and upon the tip of their blade. Draw steel and cut your way to riches and glory, swabbies, and the Sea Queen will back you when luck fails you." She flashes her immaculate teeth at them, and gestures down into the hold. "Or be dragged to the depths with those who just weren't good enough." Her eyes narrow to sadistic slits as the undead shamble into position. It's obvious she's enjoying this.
"Tear them limb from limb, my eternal crew."
Hai-Jun shifts his arm slightly to catch the axe swing with one of the hardened bone spikes adorning it as he laughs maniacally, "FIGHT IT IS THEN!" The monster of a man falls on the cornered pirate 'captain' and carves him to pieces, shoveling the chunks into his razored maw ravenously.
Kyanos will take a shot at the captain with his hand crossbow, missing badly.
Kraol approaches the leader of the mutineers on deck. "Would you allow your own captors to sail your ship?" he asks, smiling menacingly, "Because we can find you more, better crew."