[b] oooh; so smooth; sleek like a baby clubbed seal, Whoosi likes! Yeas utter capts; lets take ee back ta da ship; git yer grubby fingers over hear ta cop a feelzy and lift dis ting; offn ta the ship with da pretty mistress. Ahh ta see da blut oven our enemies drippin offn her; ah [\b]
Whosi: the statue doesn't seem to have been carved; there are no chisel marks or carving signs on it. It seems to have been grown into its present shape. Also, you're not sure who the statue is of, though you're pretty sure you remember someone lecturing you on religion once. Maybe that's it?
Also, the statue is surprisingly lightweight. Two of you could probably carry it back to the ship. And it does have mounts for attaching to a ship...
Crang helps to carry the figurehead, for some reasons he carries it by the breasts...
As he does so, he talks incessantly to whoever else is carrying:
Better wiv axes. Chop off stabbers, put on axes? Yes?
With a great deal of groping, some smashed toes and no end of lewd jokes, the figurehead is carried out of the caverns. The village above is quiet and no figures can be seen. It seems that the cultists have fled to parts unknown, perhaps deeper into the bowels of the island. The sailor with you, who calls himself Jake Alvanar, falls to his knees and kisses the ground when he sees the sky again. "Bless yer hearts, lads! I never thought to see the sky again!"
Down the now skull-less path you go, until you can see the ship before you. It appears to be mostly repaired, or at least, it seems like it's floating and not sinking. Gutbucket grins from the dock, thumping his chest with pride as you approach. "We made ship-shaped! Floats good, now, mighty Fixin' Captain Gutbucket!" Seeing the human with you, Gutbucket licks his lips. "Found 'em food for Gutbucket to fixin'? Go good wit' fish and num-nums!"
"OOO you good fixing Captain Gutbucket.... you be careful with der human he's got parsley"
"Parsley? Why dat hoo-man got parsley? Maybe Gutbucket get carrots? Make good stew with hoo-man."
Crang tries to join in the pirate talk:
Longshanks pie-rat par-lay. Got no hat. Fink Whosi got hat.
"Saves me the brain so I may gits his knowledge, puts parsley on it for making it tastes good.
Jake, the sailor in question, begins to get slightly wide-eyed and begins backing down the gangplank away from the ship. "Wait! I called for parley, that means you can't harm me, LET ALONE EAT ME! A curse! A curse on your ship!" He turns and starts to run back toward the island, screaming about a curse...
Grinning evily Splurg looks at Spots "Spots... Fetch..."
Turning back to the rest of the crew "Letsa checks village for anythins good then finds more ships to lootz"
Spots doesn't even need to break a sweat. With a yowl and a series of bloody howls, the emaciated sailor goes down, still cursing the ship as he dies.
Whosi? Wos 'ee say?
"Spots you no play with food give hooman to Gutbucket, he bring you nice fish in trade.."
Spots happily drags the body of the sailor to the dock and drops it upon the wood, growling somewhat happily with himself.
At that Splug and Spots trounce back onto the ship to check on their hidden egg and lick(not necessarily figuratively...) their wounds..
As soon as Splurg steps onboard, his sword hums slightly, as if pleased with itself.
When they make their way to the egg's hiding place, they're shocked to find a broken shell and no sign of the inhabitant...
On deck, the figurehead is put into place and lashed solidly to the prow. As soon as the lash bolt is affixed, the entire ship begins to shudder and throb with a barely contained energy. A loud crack of thunder nearly knocks everyone from their feet as the ship suddenly pulls itself free of its mooring and begins moving out to sea, seemingly heedless of the wall of storm in its path. A low sultry female laugh can be heard, as if coming from the ship itself, while a far off howl of anger seems to echo from the storm...
Gutbucket ambles over the assembled Captains. "Ship leaving. Where we go now?" He casually gnaws on one of the dead sailors hands as he asks, chewing loudly.
Splurg storms out of his cabin yelling, "WHERE ME EGG!!! SPOTS TRACKS IT!!!"
Splurg
Spots and he has scent
Spots begins sniffing around, huffing as he catches some sort of scent. Splurg actually hears the noise first, a tearing sound from behind a chest in his room. He pulls the chest out as Spots begins to paw at it, revealing an odd sight: a reptilian creature about the size of a sea gull has caught and killed a rat. It sits beside the rat carcass, tearing off great hunks of meat and swallowing them whole with a sudden toss of its head.
The tiny creature resembles a pteranodon, but it's different: it has a small red crest on its head and small spikes on its back. It has tiny eyes, and emits a strange high pitched squeak when you move the chest. It pauses in its meal, then awkwardly dives forward, walking on its tiny rear legs and its folded wings. It stops just short of you and begins rubbing itself against your leg, making soft squeaks in its throat. Your knowledge of animal behavior leads you to believe that the little reptile has imprinted on you; you're now mommy Splurg.
Wearsa map!
"Spots you no eat this me babby Spyke, you sweet baby Spyke you eat rat for momma" Splug pets his new baby while trying to be mindful of Spots feelings.
thought youz had the map Crang"
I gots nay brainpan on dat; fool talks like eee gots rocks in his mouth [b]
[b]Whosi? Wos 'ee say?
at Crang comment Whosi pauses in is engineering ideas...
wearin a map; is Z tattoed... look Boyz; dis be gut n all; butts we still needzome lumber n ore
Crang looks around, shrugs broady, then goes back to the cave and gets the chest.
Once he has returned, he pins the map to the table in the captains' room using a few stilettos.
Then he offers around the spyglass and pirate hat.
Second best hat. Who wants?
Crang takes off his hat and models the pirate hat a few times before returning his diamond-eyed skull to its rightful perch.
If nobody wants the spyglass then Crang will take a look through it, he doesn't know which end to use though...
aight; I needs some woodchappas; some dino guards and some wood haulers; weez needs ta git this ship fixed uppn case weez gotta gits outa here prioriz sees; whose wit me?
"o'kay, but wherez we gonna gets all that stuffs, count me in.
Ank-hore looks around at the fixed ship, Waves his hands pretending that he is casting. "Theres Whosi Ship all Fixed" He goes over to Whosi and starts examining his head for any wounds. "I thinks you bumped yourz head, reallyz hard."
healing
Once Ank-Hore has examined Whosi and concluded that prolonged exposure to explosives in confined space may have shaken the poor captain, a conference is called. Crang's map is examined; it reveals a strange diagram that resembles some sort of star chart.
Crang examines the spyglass and determines it has the amazing ability to make close things look very far away. After a few moments, he reverses it and determines it also has the ability to make very far away things close. Truly it is a marvel!
The hat, meanwhile, seems to make its wearer disappear. However, repeated uses make the wearer feel lighter, as if they were fading away.
The ship, meanwhile, sails straight toward the hurricane wall. You have about an hour before you begin to sail directly into the Eye of Abendego. If you'd like to chart a course, now would be a good time.
Crang moves to the front of the ship, hefts his axe and prepares to attack the Eye of Abendego.
Prof Sailor check to chart a course to the nearest small city we can raid
Splurg does a few calculations, carrying the one, and is able to use the charts to determine that there is a small city called Tashket on the coast of Rahadoum that should be relatively easy pickings. Based on his calculations, he can determine a heading that should allow them to avoid the worst of the Hurricane's fury.
His calculations are somewhat complicated by the increasingly urgent pecking he's getting my his new companion, Spike.
Crang, meanwhile, keeps his axe trained on the storm, determined to cleave the ship's way through the clouds.
After a quick consultation, the sails are set and the rudder aimed toward Tashket. You should arrive in two days.
"You good Cloud Cleave Captain Crang! I point us at city we get there and rule eatz lots o humanz"
As the two days wear on, strange occurrences start around the ship. At first, small objects are moved, then larger objects. Finally on the morning before you're due to arrive in Tashket, a goblin is found dead, looking ashen grey and seemingly aged by years...
Ank-hore will examine the body
The body appears to be... drained of life, with the face frozen in a rictus scream. The aging appears to have been instant.
Knowledge Religion:
"Something maybe undead killed him or maybe he died from food poisoning because of the human parsely."
Don't eat any more rat-pie!
Crang stops threatening the weather and sharpens his axes.
Spots to sniff the corpse and see if he can follow the scent
percp
Spots sniffs and sniffs, but the trail seems to be either cold or nonexistent.
Spots comes back looking frustrated.