After drinking his rum, Bangkha slips off to look for Cat, but every time he attempts to open a door, it seems there's someone there, looking over his shoulder. After a little while, he heads back to his bunk and asks the deep sea and the night sky to give him the power to find him.
"Well, that's always unpleasant." Alwen chirps up after the keelhauling. It wasn't the first time he'd seen such a display before - not even his first pirate ship he'd served on. Though the last one was a far cry more pleasurable to him.
He downs his rum ration quickly, enjoying the mild buzz he gets from it - it's not something he figures he wants every evening though. Perhaps there was a bit of wine somewhere squirreled away on the ship. But who would he share it with, he wondered?
He decides on the halfling girl that arrived along with the rest of them, humming along with the entertainment going on board as he takes a seat next to her, flashing a bright smile. "So it seems the captain has a fancy for pretty sailors, don't you think? Nabbing you and me, and a fair few others." He compliments her. "Though, there are a couple questionable choices - the last pirate captain I sailed with would have never tried to pressgang someone like him," He points at the scary looking kuru.
"Still, it's not that bad, aside from Mr. Plugg. So long as we look after each other, right?" He widens his grin. "I'm Alwen. Alwen Gaelarean. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss...?"
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Ayaki
So captivated is the crew watching your dance and singing along that no one notices you dispose of your rum ration over the side.
Chumtooth
Maheem is a tall, dark-skinned human from the Mwangi Expanse. You decide that he would make a good target for intimidation. At first, he seems unmoved, staring deeply back into your eyes without blinking. After a long moment, he blinks and turns away suddenly, stalking off. Those nearby react with the appropriate amount of fear.
Bangkha
Alwen
"Rosie," the halfling lass answers. "My friends call me Rosie. And somehow, I've ended up with the @#$%& epithet of Cusswell." She seems genuinely taken by your charm and smooth talk.
Rosie nods and adds, "I don't think I'd have taken that @#$%& on board, neither. Still, I bet the @#$%& can do the work of four @#$%& men."
"He looks strong, that's for certain," Alwen admits, grinning at Rosie - her epithet suits her well, considering her language. "We should probably take care not to anger him, then. I'd say it's best if we can get along with as many people on this ship as possible - after all, we're stuck with each other for the near future, aren't we?" He comments with a smile.
"Though, I'd really like it if I could get my things back. Especially my shaving kit. This lovely pate doesn't stay smooth on its own, and stubble really itches," He tells her, pulling off his bandana and running his palm across his bare scalp. "I expect the quartermaster must have it. I should pay them a visit tomorrow if I have the time."
Dantes spends most of the day below deck. He only comes above a few times, apparently fetching odds and ends for the cook or disposing of refuse over the side of the ship.
While below, he works diligently, letting Kroop lead most of he discussion as they work.
When the rum comes, Dantes drinks his slowly, trying hard to enjoy it.
Fort save
Charisma bonus
Fatigued hours.
Seeing the dark-skinned Other drop his gaze and walk away fills Chumtooth with pride. He pounds his fist firmly once against his chest, and surveys the on-lookers for any sign of challenge.
He gives a throaty chuckle, and takes a seat on the deck, legs crossed, back against the gunnel, and continues to drink his rum.
He turns his attention to the music, and allows it to flow over him.
The Others' music is much better than the chants and drums of home, he thinks to himself.
As darkness falls over the waters, he decides to make his way below, claim a hammock, and rest.
The girl, after being hoisted up to the deck, looks around with a feral spark in her eyes. She eyes the one they call mr Gruff, and reluctantly start doing what he ordered her to do.
It appears it's just a pirate ship, not a slaver one. Good, I guess?
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During the day Satinder seems to work as good as she can, but is found looking around the ship too much to really excel at her work. She finds her way to the kitchen briefly, and mumbles something about wanting something to eat before returning to work.
Coming back to Chumtooth and her work, she has in her hands a little bit of 'beef' jerky.
"Want some? F#$&ing hate working on an empty stomach, I can tell ya. Last of your kind I ran into had an insatiable appetite, just like me."
° You been on the ship a long time?
° Who should I look out for?
° Been away from port a long time?
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At night you can see Satinder turning her cup upside down above her face, and ignoring the men's howls as the rum partially runs down her cleavage and wettens her shirt. Nobody noticed she didn't allow for more than a few drops to actually enter her mouth.
"Oops..." she says as she puts down her cup and smiles seductively.
After the attention of the pirates is on the beautiful woman singing/telling an epic tale, she leaves the bar and tries to find a hammock next to someone who doesn't stink too badly. She however has trouble finding one, as the trip from the bar to the hammock took her past the kitchen. Nobody noticed however, and she goes to sleep with a sharp blade hidden on her body.
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Day time: Sneak while working
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Night time:
Lose the drink
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Sneak/steal to return to the kitchen, and find a very sharp blade she can hide on her person.
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Chumtooth grumbles as the female begins speaking with him, but he listens to her questions.
"This female talks much, but Chumtooth will answer. This one is soft, and would break if Chumtooth mounted," he chuckles as if this were a fine joke. "Chumtooth was taken in the night past, with those Others." He points out the other individuals from the Formidably Maid who are visible on deck and in the rigging. "Poisoned drink made Chumtooth and the Others sleep."
"The Others called Plugg and Scourge use whips to make Others work. The Other Captain is dangerous."
"This boat left harbor in the night as we slept."
After anwering her questions, he returns to his work, but he seems visibly relaxed in her presence.
"So maybe we can just be friends?" she says smilingly, with a small chuckle. She offers her hand to him.
After a while:
"This "others" thing.. How does Chumtooth know which others Chumtooth's talking about? I mean, if Chumtooth wants to make a difference between those guys over at starboard, and these guys over at port..? Is this a language thing?"
If he is willing to talk about this, Satinder will attempt to pick up words and try to learn the strong man's language.
Chumtooth chuckles at the revelation of her peg-leg. "Did Kuru find this one tay-stee?"
"Others use words Kuru do not use. Small words for names. Chumtooth learned to speak the tongue of Others, but does not know all the words."
"We'll teach eachother then. I'll teach Chumtooth the tongue of Others, Chumtooth teach me the Kuru tongue?
My name is Satinder.. "
"Yes. Chumtooth will teach Kuru words to Satinder, and Satinder will teach Other words to Chumtooth."
He clasps her small hand firmly in his, in the manner of the Others when sealing a bargain.
The elf notes that the shipwreck survivor seems to be interested in the kuru - more surprisingly, the kuru wasn't taking the first chance he got to eat her face. "Seems Shipwreck is pretty cozy with the savage. Well, if she can keep him under control, perhaps being friendly to her works to our advantage."
For now, the day is done - a new friend has been made, saucy halfling that she was. He finds a decent hammock to doze in below deck, humming a jaunty tune under his breath until he's fast asleep.
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Day 2:
Your awakening this morning is a little less jarring than that of yesterday, but no more pleasant. Any thoughts that this was some kind of dream (or nightmare) are dispelled. You rise with the remainder of the crew and head topsides to receive your duty assignments.
Bangkha stops at the bottom of the stairs, making eye contact with Alwen. He gives a slight nod to show his support, and looks around for any help.
Satinder goes back to work, smiling at Chumtooth as she starts fixing things.
Dantes sets about his duties diligently. When it comes time for serving meals, he will try to make sure that, when feeding those pressed into service like him, they get as much substance in their stew (or whatever we are cooking) rather than just broth. He takes advantage of every opportunity to get around the ship and start to know its layout; he volunteers to fetch things from stores when needed, and empties waste over the side a little more frequently than is strictly necessary.
Alwen reels back from the attempted blow, the crewman hitting nothing but air. "That's really nice, but I should be going here," the elf shouts, before tucking in and heading for the ladder. He's not going to get into it outnumbered as he is.
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INITIATIVE ORDER
Syl
Aretta
Fipps
Jake
Alwen
Bangkha
"Uh-uh," Syl says, catching Alwen on the chin. "Yer no goin' anywhere." . The elf finds himself roughly shoved into Aretta, who catches him in a bear hug from behind, holding him for Fipps. Fipps rumbles forward, throwing a badly-timed punch, only to miss Alwen and very nearly hit Aretta.
"Oi!" she shouts at the fat man. "'It 'im, not me!"
"Let me show ya how it's done, Fipps," Jake chimes in, taking a kick at Alwen, but missing as the elf struggles to be free.
THOSE ON DECK:
As you assemble to receive your daily your daily duties, a quick headcount reveals that there are six people missing. Alwen, the new rigger, is absent, as are four pirates. The half-orc that was taken by press-gang is standing at the hatch, watching something below with interest. Then you hear a shout from below, "That's really nice, but I should be going here!"
Mr. Plugg immediately heads in the direction of the hatch, uncoiling his cat-o-nine-tails as he goes and with Master Scourge hot on his heels.
"You know, this really isn't very nice," The elf grunts, his jaw hurting badly. He struggles against Arreta's grip, before sighing and shrugging his shoulder. "Oh well, then - come on with it!" He shouts at them, laughing aloud and making sultry eyes at them all. "Beat me black and blue. Punch me, kick me, choke me...I'm here for your pleasure." He licks his lips, reddening them with blood.
"Traitorous filth!" roars the big half-orc from the top of the hatch, hoping that any friendly ears will hear and come to help. Without looking to see if they have heard, he barrels down the stairs to Alwen's aid. He takes a swing at Aretta.
Chumtooth gives a deep rumbling belly laugh at the chaos, and the officers' attempts to reestablish order.
"Like Kuru children, trying to prove which is strongest."
He turns to Satinder. "Which one is being beaten? Chumtooth does not recognize the screams."
Satinder decides to stay put next to Chumtooth, to not cause more chaos in the fight. If Mr Plugg was going over there, I'm sure he would fix the problem quickly enough with his cat.
In the meantime, she showed her fresh new piece of sharpened steel to the Kuru.
"With this in my hands, I feel a whole lot better. What's your specialty?"
@Answer: "No, I wouldn't know. My guess would be on one of the new guys, but that would make me most likely? Establishing a clear pecking order an' all.
My guess we will ee who it was shortly. Sounds like there have been thrown quite a number of punches..."
She chuckles, and watches the rest of the ship closely.
Anyone not suprised or outright gloating will not escape her notice.
"A good knife," Chumtooth replies, nodding. "Kuru fight with huhae. Others on the whale ship call it, mor-ning-stahh. Chumtooth fights with huhae. Chumtooth can also kill with the rauoho Others call, hah-poon. Chumtooth hunts whales with hah-poon"
He pauses, then gives another chuckle, and smiles down at the woman, displaying his teeth. "Chumtooth always has niho. Others have no true niho."
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Bangkha leaps into the fray, slamming into Aretta with the force of a runaway barge and forcing her to release Alwen. Right behind him, Ayaki clips Syl on the chin, but the woman largely ignores the blow. Before anyone else can get involved, however, Mr. Plugg is on the scene and soon has things sorted out. A sort time later, everyone is lined up on the deck.
"Three lashes fer all involved," Plugg rules.
"But," Fipps begins, "We was just follow...oof!" He gasps as Jape elbows him before he can finish his sentence.
Plugg glares at the offenders for a moment, then continues. "Now, here are yer duties fer the day:"
Assignments - Day Two:
- Alwen - Mainsail Duties: Tough work raising and lowering the mainsail, requiring a DC 10 Profession (sailor) or Strength check. The PC must also make a DC 10 Constitution check to avoid being fatigued at the end of the shift.
- Bangkha - Hauling Rope and Knot Work: Tying and untying knots in the ship's ropes and moving heavy coils of rope from one part of the ship to another, requiring a DC 10 Profession (sailor) or Strength check. The PC must also make a DC 10 Constitution check to avoid
being fatigued at the end of the shift.
- Ayaki - Rat Catcher: Catching rats and other vermin belowdecks,requiring either a DC 10 Stealth check, Survival check, or Dexterity check to catch and kill enough rats, cockroaches, and beetles for a good day's work.
- Chumtooth - Rat Catcher: Catching rats and other vermin belowdecks, requiring either a DC 10 Stealth check, Survival check, or Dexterity check to catch and kill enough rats, cockroaches, and beetles for a good day's work.
- Satinder - Man the Bilges: Vile and sweaty work cleaning out the bilges, requiring a DC 12 Strength check. The PC must also make a DC 10 Constitution check to avoid being fatigued at the end of the shift.
- Dantes - Turtle Hunting: Hunting leatherback sea turtles with harpoons, treble hooks, and nets. A DC 10 Profession (fisherman) or Survival check provides enough food.
(Odds - drunk; Even - Sober)
Dantes has been hoping to get in good with Kroop, for the fellow seems likeable enough as it is. But with his chore today, he figures it is best to stay on task since the night's meal depends on him.
Work Diligently. Turtle hunting DC 10. Profession (fisherman) check:
Chumtooth accepts his assignment, moving around the ship, cornering and stomping rats and bugs as he goes.
Finding this sort of hunting beneath him, he puts no great effort into it. Instead, he takes the opportunity to search the hold area, interested to know where they have stowed his weapons and other possessions.
Bangkha grins at Plugg as he scowls, and then blows a kiss at Jape. A few lashes here and there were to be expected on a pirate ship, he thought, but it seemed there was something more going on.
Maybe it's the lingering hangover from the rum, or the adrenaline from fighting, but while he has no trouble with the work today, he finds himself weary by the end of the day. As he drags the rope around the ship, he extends himself magically, searching for his companion.
Alwen shrugs off the hands of the sailors as he moves along, heading for the mainsail duties for today. He's got no problem hauling them up, but it's more tiring today than it was before. There would always be good days and bad days, though.
Really, though, he figured that if he was going to get lashes today anyways, he might as well do something to his own benefit. Seeing as he'd love to get back some of his equipment, he goes to visit the quartermaster's store.
Along the way, he pauses by the half-orc who jumped into the rumble before, speaking to him. "You should have let me take my licks, sailor," He tells him, "But thanks all the same. Hope you don't regret it."
@Chum:
"What is a niho?" she asks, indicating her heart, or the place between her legs with a suggestive sign.
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Satinder is cursing the whole time she is down in the bilges, screaming her lungs out at occasion as she LOATHES cleaning work. The rats down there aren't exactly helping either, and she finds wishing she could kill them, but it would just take time away from her work.
At least she uses her time down below wisely, trying to find anything valuable someone might have dropped in the bilges. The murky water may hold secrets, who knows.
Bangkha looks at Alwen and snorts.
"And miss a chance to get blood on my knuckles? Pick your fights more quietly next time, if you want to keep the fun to yourself." He glances around, seeing if anyone's eavesdropping, and then adds in a low voice. "Any reason the mate has it in for you? Didn't sound like Fipps was expecting to get whipped for this little game."
Realizing her complete misunderstanding of his last statement, Chumtooth bursts in to frightening guffaw. He shakes his head at the woman's gestures.
[I]"Teeth," he says slowly, drawing his lips back in a rictus grin.
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Going below deck I check around and find the Quatermaster's spot and bump into Alwen when he is speaking to her.
Oh hello, how's the face sir?
Aye, ma'am are you the quartermaster?, I am looking for my bagpipes have you seen them ma'am? they're extremely important to me. They were my tutors.
if you give them back to me ma'am, I'll be able to play the most majestic tunes that you've every heard.
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Chumtooth stops and gives the chained man an appraising look.
"Why is this one chained? Did this one defy the Captain, or the Others with whips?"
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Please ma'am, these bagpipes are worth nothing to the captain and nothing to you. I beg just this once, please let me part with my bagpipes, I promise you that I will not say a word to anyone or anyhow I got them back.
Looks over at Alwen
If you help me get my pipes I will be forever in your debt my sir. I have to get these back as much as you seem to need your shaving kit.
feels Alwen's chin and head and winks at him
Right now honey, you've got no need for your kit.
whispers in to his ear
I'll make it worth your while sweetie, anything you want, or need your pleasure would be mine
Bagpipes. Alwen stared at Ayaki incredulously, recalling that she'd come to his assistance previously. She was pretty cute as well. The problem was that it seemed that Grok was immune to his charms, which meant it was necessary to barter, and he didn't have anything to barter with aside from his talents right now. Seemed like he was going to need to scrounge around the ship.
"Unfortunately, you've heard her now. Can't get them back unless you trade her something in return. Funny how that is, right?" He chuckles before starting to leave. He'd have to see how he felt after his lashings in order to find anything of value on this ship he could use to get his own stuff back. Maybe in the kitchen, or down in the hold.
Out of earshot of Ayaki, he mutters to himself. "Bagpipes...of all instruments, she had to play that one..."