Carina sighs. "I guess so. Don't see why we couldn't have just beat him to a pulp...we were winning!"
"I'm not sure that we were. We got in some good shots, agreed. But I believe there was quite a bit more fight in him. If nothing else, I am sure your moxy impressed him."
The next morning, if he is able, Sloog will quietly head up to the deck and begin working before trying to go to the quartermaster's office to purchase something with the gold he was given. Maybe a dagger will help tonight.
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Gnaly wakes up and wonders what's for breakfast. She knows she'll probably be asked to turn water into rum again, but wants to save her spells. She clutches her holy symbol and prays to Zog for guidance.
This ship will become floatsam one day, Zog! Guide me to make it so,
but I know I must be patient!
Shes uses her Mending spell to repair any hammocks that have holes or other things that need fixing.
She'll also share what she learned last night.
Day breaks over a calm sea the crew wake to a bloody mess of breakfast fishguts is true to his name serving what looks like chum to each of you...before your able to eat all of the iron rott served to you. A whip cracks and your ordered on deck "right ye' dogs get to it!!" the whip cracks again caching a small goblin across his back "pay me respect and face me when i speak dog" the whip master walks away to ready to put that red whip to use on any who dont work...
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After an... interesting night, Raph isn't quite sure what to expect today, but he keeps his head down for the moment.
He's not the best as far as being a sailor goes... he's working on it.
But he manages to keep his "breakfast" down.
From time to time, he manages to steal a glare at the whip-master.
ship mates, huh? I don't believe that's how to treat ship mates. Perhaps I should have a chat with him sometime he muses.
Sloog's dedication to his work is questionable but he makes a fair show of it (but perhaps not enough), though his stomach is as mighty as...a mighty stomach. He pours Fishgut's fish guts down his gullet, burps, and starts to ask for more before the crack of the whip.
Kraleck wakes at the dawn. Slowly getting out of his hammock, the wizard lets out a yawn so huge, it threatens to split his bulbous head in twain.
"I feel like a slept for a month and a half."
The goblin's dreams did not reveal any signs of his Master, but Kraleck does feel fully refreshed..and hungry.
Joining the rest of the crew for breakfast, Kraleck tries the 'soup de jour'.
Despite it's horrid taste, the wizard is able to keep it down..barely.
Kraleck eats about half his bowl before the whip master orders the goblins on deck. Sighing, Kraleck complies, and waits for the whip moron to give him his stupid orders.
Scruug scoffs his food down with gusto, seemingly unable too taste the foul morsels.
His night of sleeping off his wounds however seems to have left him tired and sore from more than just his wounds.
Gnaly takes some bites of the breakfast.
Not bad... rotted for about four days. Could use more maggots! And some jellyfish... she says.
After consuming the meal, she gets up on deck with the rest. She tells them what she saw below deck.
Carina, her stomach rolling, manages to get to the top of the mast for her watch, but the events of last night have made her tired, and she doesn't really see much of anything besides the sea.
As Carina makes her way up to the crows nest the sorry excuse for food is not sitting well at all and she struggles to keep it down...
Scruug also is struggling to keep his stomach from turning..
Sloog, Raph, Gnaly and Kraleck keep an iron gut able to work but two of them struggle to keep pace with the rest of the deck swabs. Gnaly stand with Kraleck as she tells of what she saw in her night adventure....
Gnaly is in her element. Nothing like being on the sea, ready to sacrifice more foolish creatures to Zog...
The replusive she-goblin came up to Kraleck to relay her nighttime activities.
Hmmpt. I must have been out like a candle.
Seeing how the cleric volunteered this information of her own freewill, the wizard felt obliged.
"Thank you! Ashame you didn't get more. Eh..nice try", whispered Kraleck.
Scruug does his absolute best too do his job, despite the sickening feeling in his stomach. Goin to give BIG burns to food maker here. Scruug show how too cook stuff like Scruug.
The rest of the crew jumps to their task but the bulbous headed goblin. Just stands there shooting hate at the whip happy task mester...after a few moments pass he is noticed....
"wot's this then. Not feeling up to working Mr . wizard. Cant remember wat part to use when swabbing eh stain..." he jeers
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Kraleck grabs his mop and bucket with a scowl.
"Yes. Alright. I have an idea", began the wizard in a tone dripping with sarcasm. "Let's kidnap and force the smartest and most brilliant goblin of our generation to do something no one else could possibly do, indeed, something that will not waste his talents - at all. I know! Let's have him mop the deck of the ship over and over again. Because", chuckles Kraleck, "no one else could do that!! It's such a specialized field!"
Gnaly listens in. She is ready to convert more water into rum just like yesterday..
Sloog watches but decides discretion is the better part of valor. Because valor always gets dumb gobos killed. Instead, he waits for an opportunity to try to head to the quartermaster's office that won't attract the ire of Scourge and Plugg.
The taskmaster lip curls as he speaks"Oh so ye reckon ye be th' best mind t' ever live in th' here 'n now do ye. SO tell me Mr.Wizard wots th' back,front, left, and right of the ship called..."
"Then tell me why be th' job o' deck swab on o' th' hardest 'n most important jobs on a ship"
"Tell me why be so critical fer a ship t' stay swab 'n free o' ship-worms..."
Gnaly listens to the taskmaster half-heartedly...
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"Okay. I will try to use as many small words as I can so..", ponders Kraleck, "you get it, okay?"
"I", Kraleck motions to himself, "don't fu<king care. About you. About this ship. How it works. You took me from my studies to mop floors. May every god d^mn you!" The wizard ends by pointing directly at The Taskmaster.
Sloog starts cackling and pointing at Kraleck, "Ha ha ha! The smarty smart pants master wizard doesn't know it's the Aft, Bow, Port and Starboard, and we swab so we don't sink from the worms! HA! Some smarty pants." He doubles over in laughter, slapping his knees and pointing in hysterics. "'Oogy boogy boo! Look at me, me cast big spells like 'fart' and 'burp' but not know how ship works!!! Fear me; I all powerful wizard wit' big brains!!'"
He grasps his stomach, trying to stop laughing. "Bwahahahah! HA! Ow. It hurt. Haha! Okay... okay... ha! I got it! Put a dunce cap on him and make him tell us more jokes. Day too funny!!! Hahaha!"
Master Scourge eyes bulge at kralecks words but a grin takes its place quickly as he gets mocked by the crew...all laugh along with Sloogs insults. Master Scourge calmly walks up to Kraleck putting a hand on his shoulder and walking him starboard railing...
The wind is blowing well this day, sun is high and some sea spray catches then both lightly on the face.
"ye' dont care fur' ye' new home ye' say" the whip masters fingers grip is like iron on kralecks small shoulder
"Cap'in wont let me simply kock ye' you off but he spoke not of you jumping off ye' self..." karleck looks out to the sea and sees not but ocean to he edge of the horizon. Master Scourge steps back looking at him and smiles "that ot stay mr. Wizard and have that great big oll ead' of yours face ye' new life"
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Kraleck winces slightly as Scourge's iron grip squeezes his raw shoulder.
Looking out over the horizon, Kraleck takes a moment to consider the offer.
"You'd love that wouldn't you", Kraleck said finally as he looked up at the hobgoblin. If I'm going to die on this ship, I will die being true to myself.
"Listen, I can read and write in 4 languages. Surely there must be somethine else on this ship to do other than 'swab the deck'. Translate manuscripts, decode treasure maps, catalog shipping manifests, other than menial labor. Give me my spellbook and you can add arcane might to your arsenal. For f^<k sakes here, work with me!!"
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Gnaly steps in.
"Last night, I heard Kraleck speak about the numerous alchemical concoctions he can make. Seems like he knows a recipe for a rare sort of rum with cloves and pepper. One barrel of that and it's like nectar. Just need to be able to find the right ingredients while we voyage on the high seas," she says.
"i hand you a chance and then ye' still act like ye' have a brian in tha' ead..." he is cut off by the other goblins words....taking a moment to look at the see the whip master looks back at him.."ye' say ye' smart prove it then work earn some respect and ill see what ye' talents is worth...go talk to the quarter master about this book ye ceep crying about..."
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The goblin wizard like always barely registered the heavily accented pirate tongue, but hearing the permission to get his spellbook from the quartermaster was euphoric.
In a smile wide enough to cleave his large head in half, Kraleck bolted past Scourge and down into the ship to the quartermaster's room.
After a few heated words, the quartermaster shoved Kraleck's tome into the goblin's hands.
With a evil laugh, Kraleck held the grimoire over his head in triumph!!
I have it, my Master!
So what other duties are needed today?
So much mopping....
Scruug sloshes his mop around the deck halfhazerdly, seemingly focused more on his churning stomach than his duties. Though he does note that the mean one really likes that book. "Book words... Meanie gonna get all his smarts stollen. And he think he's smart." Scruug whispers to himself with a slight chuckle.
Gnaly will use her spells to make alcohol again and try to make more sailors drunk tonight.
Scruug tries to impress the goblins on the ship by demonstrating his control of fire.
Kraleck reads and re-reads his spellbook like a goblin dying of thirst drinking water. When he sleeps the wizard keeps his spellbook under his pillow.
Raph has started using his mop as though he were in a training montage in a kung-fu film.
Ganly is has been using her gifts to create drinks for all she can. Though the night she is asked "Oi, can ye' do it with any old water like say..." this hobgoblin leans in close "Me old nobs water ahahaha" the group a round her gives a deep laugh. Some of the crew are begging to call Ganly the bar witch for the drinks she can create
Scrugg and Raph try to impress the crew with there skills over fire and the staff...
Kraleck is now called Mr.Wizard as a joke from the whole crew but he pays no mind to the constant jokes sent his way as he is just to happy to have that book back in his grubby mits
Sloog....
Raph's starting to get the hang of this mop. Twirling his mop like a drum major on speed, he still manages to do a decent job of cleaning his section of deck...although he does throw quite a bit of water around. Eh, it's the sea, everything's wet anyway.
Scruug does OK, He's not juggling fireballs or but the sheer control he shows over the flame is impressive.
Gnaly scowls at the hobgoblin. "Water from your old nobs would smell worse than the dumpings of an ogre with stomach rot," she says, and she laughs to break the tension.
"Bar witch? I like the sound of that!" she says. She tries to get the rest of the crew drunk in order to have an easier time exploring the ship come nighttime.
Scruug entertains the crew and frightens a few with his display but Raph is quick with his impressive mop work to slap the flames out of the air and ends it with the mop head resting on Scruugs head. The crew clap along and sing a jig.
The Bar witch tries to get the crew do drink more but most know if they take too much spirits and are late it will be a lashing for them...