Gene's only response is to shrug as if to say what ever is decided, is decided.
I sthere anything from the loot you would like, Gene? I would think the guns would catch your eye.
Sunny kneels, awaiting any response from Syl...
Syl slowly lifts her gaze towards Sunny. "All I... ask for... is... mercy..."
The prisoners are propped up onto their knees while the pirates work a rope around the keel of the ship. Plugg is tied to it before Sandara unleashes another wave of healing from her goddess-given powers.
Plugg and the others awake, each of them thrashing about as they come to consciousness. They quickly stop as their surroundings become clear. The pirates seem upset, but the rahadoumi are sullen. Plugg, however, continues to thrash about.
"You'll burn in the hells for this! Captain Harrigan will have your heads for this mutiny! Mark my words, you may have escaped today, but he'll find you, and kill you all in ways too gruesome to be described!"
He spits at the pirate nearest him.
Kroop stands near one side of the rope with Badger and Rosie, looking back at the group. Sandara, who stands near Aoro, looks over at him, "Give the word and we send him to join all the others the bastard has surely killed."
Sunny puts a hand on Syl's shoulder.
"She's done asked fer mercy...And I be in a mind ta give it." Sunny looks at the others for their reactions.
As for Plugg and the others, she waits for them to say something other than plain stoopid. :P
Aoro's face remains a mask as he looks to Syl.
"I have given you all the mercy your going to get by not killing you. You have tried to kill me twice and others of this crew as well, simply because you failed each time has no one died by your hand. But that does not mean you wont be punished for it or that another attempt regardless of the result will be excused, at least not while I am Captain."
He looks at Sunny.
"Your not in a position to give mercy to those being judged on this ship. That right belongs to the Captain, Master at Arms, and at times the Boatswain, which if no one is opposed to Mr. Torque will be Master at Arms as he has shown both an interest and the right skills for the position."
He continues if no one objects to Torque's appointment. He looks down on Plugg.
"That has always been your problem Plugg. Your not half as smart as you think you are and those around you are not nearly as foolish as you think them to be. We know you were already sailing off course, no doubt to be rid of us "disloyal" crew so that you could make yourself a Captain. We simply chose to get you before you got us and follow thru with your plan. Captain Harrigan left you in charge so he will think you did what you planned to do. Your head is the one he will be looking for, not ours. Now then mates, give Mr. Plugg his reward for all that he has done and would have done. Let Besmara sort him out proper."
He signals the crew.
To me Syl was Plugg's dog, set upon us to slake her bloodlust. If she did not have his direction, she would be indulging in petty violence for whatever master she served under. Sunny asks that we give Syl mercy, then let Sunny be responsible for Syl's actions from now on and be punished accordingly if Syl strikes against us.
As for Plugg, I have nothing to add. Let him explain himself to his victims.
With his blood still staining the deck from the mutiny against him, Mister Plugg is dragged from the deck and beneath the waves. He screams curses at you all, his final being, "The Pirate Queen curse you! I'll be waiting for when you all join me in this watery grave!"
A good minute later, a ravaged corpse comes up the other side of the ship, slashed to bits with the majority of its back scraped off. Mister Plugg is no more.
Kroop and others untie the corpse and throw it overboard while rope bashes are delivered to the remaining crew. During that time, Sandara looks over to Syl and then back to Aoro and Torque, "What's to become of her then? What's her punishment to be?"
Torque sighs. Syl, attempt to kill another member of the crew and it is a keelhauling for you, that is my choice. What say you Aoro?
Aoro keeps his face blank. Plugg was an annoying one to the end, the pirate queen could care less for fools or their words as did he.
"As I said, give her a few lashes for what she has done. Next time she gets keelhauled. Thats the best anyone is going to get from me concerning her."
I sthere anything from the loot you would like, Gene? I would think the guns would catch your eye.
Gene looks to Torque, "Only if no one else wants them. I'm better with muskets then pistols. The ammo is not the same for the two. So if I take them they would find there way into gold. That ok?"
I have no problems. This amulet catches my eye if we can determine what sort of magic it has,
Sunny sighs and quickly stands and scoots over to Sandara,
At Sandara's response Sunny moves back to Syl and both helps her to the mast and keeps holding her hands in an effort to offers support through the trial of the lashing. After, she supports Syl gently while the woman is healed/cared for.
Sandara raises an eyebrow at Sunny before whispering back to the elf.
"Nothin' I can do or would do for that rotten sot. What's your interest in her anyway?"
Syl is dragged to the mast and tied to it for her lashes. She struggles slightly at first, but seems to give up and slump against the mast. She cries out in pain as the lashes are delivered. Sunny comes forward and helps the woman as she's untied.
Sandara steps up to Aoro's side and whispers in his ear.
"What's to be done now, captain?"
Aoro looks at here and whispers back.
"Well I was thinking to go thru with Pluggs plan. Gather yourself, Fishguts, Sunny, Gene, and Torque. We will meet in Captain's room. The rest of the crew can rest a bit before we get underway. That sound about right to you?"
Sunny does her best to help Syl down to the hammocks...looking with entreating eyes to Samara as she disappears below decks. (;_;)
Sandara nods to Aoro, "Sounds fine by me. I think I'll see if Fishguts has got another bottle of rum to take a few swigs of first." She grins at Aoro, "I feel much like celebratin' myself!" She laughs and walks off to the lower decks.
Sandara informs each of Fishguts, Gene, Sunny, and Torque after grabbing a bottle of rum from the galley and sharing a bit with Fishguts. She shoves open the door of the captain's cabin and plops down in one of the few chairs, its feet bottomed with rough cork to help grip the floor and keep it in place. "Well, got a bit of celebratin' done and I informed the rest of the soon-to-be-officers and your Master-at-Arms to come meet." She shifts a bit in the chair, "Care to tell me a bit about what we're goin' to be doin' next or are you goin' to wait for the rest?"
Torque will arrive at the captain's cabin at the appointed time. Nodding to Sandara and Aoro, he stoticly takes a seat.
What does our captain have planned? We have a ship and a somewhat diminished crew. It appears we have a wide ocean open to us to seek our fortunes in.
Aoro remains standing.
"Well I thought it best to set up the ship's command and see what everyone thinks should be done next. Not like I am an expert on pirating."
When Torque enters and speaks.
"I think it best to wait for everyone. No sense in repeating myself."
Gene fallows Torque in and seeing Aoro and Sandara sitting fallows there example nodding to each, as he does so.
He's not sure what Aoro has planned but, he figures he would hear what Aoro has to say and go from there.
Perhaps they would sell the ship at port like originally planned but again he would wait and see.
Sunny does her very best to help Syl in her current state. Sleeping as close as she can to the other woman
Come the morning Sunny stays with the still ill Syl. Care for her, helping her. Getting her breakfast etc.
Seeing as only the elf was missing and not waiting any longer. He looks at Sandra, Fishguts, Torque, and Gene in turn.
"Well first I would like to hear what everyone thinks about what to do now. We have our own ship but she is twice stolen and known as such by those who would have our heads."
He takes a moment.
"We also still have a number of post open, if anyone is interested due speak up."
Getting the ship squibbed seems the best course. We will be able to cover our tracks for the time being. After that? Torque shrugs. Perhaps take up pirating ourselves.
If'n Plugg were taken her ta' th' place I been thinkin' of, then stayin' on th' same course might be fer th' best. Rickety's a good sort, if a bit on th' shady side. He's a businessman, but one that earned 'is reputation an'll not be willin' ta' sell it." Kroop slurs a bit. Judging by the bottle in his hand, he probably did some drinking alongside Sandara. "I'd say that squibbin' th' ship is th' best plan if we're ta' become pirates o' our own."
"At the very least, it'd make the ship harder for Harrigan or friends of his to spot without a thorough inspection," she grins slightly. "By then they'd likely have noticed us, though."
Gene is quite for some time before turning to Aoro,"Honestly you should just apoint posts to people as you see fit. As for your newly received ship and what to do with it I can't be of much help. It's hard enough trying to remember who I am and were I may have come from..."
After speaking Gene leans back in a slightly un-relaxed fashion.
"Then to Rickety's it is and we get ourselves a remodel before we start pirating. Which reminds me, Sandara would you look over some magic items to see if you can figure them out."
Aoro thinks for a moment.
"Well I was thinking Jack as a Cabin Boy, Sandara as Surgeon, Fishguts remains the great cook he is, and Gene as Master Gunner. Fishguts if you dont mind would you also cover the Quartermaster position for now. Any thoughts?"
I am fine with Aoro's apointments
"Well, I've never been the bookish type. Really, I've never studied magic formally, so I'm not that great at reading auras. Sorry, captain, but I don't think I can." She shrugs. "I can still give it a shot if you want me to, though."
"I'm good with those appointments, but I think Jack's pretty old for a cabin boy. He's a fine hand on the deck at this point."
Aoro thinks it over.
"Well then I am thinking Rosie as boatswain, and now that Conchobhar comes to mind try him as quartermaster. If only for Fishguts to spend his time where its best. Which remains me we need to pick up some guns for the ship once we get it squibbed. A ship without teeth is only going to be a target at best. Sandara how do you feel about piloting the ship, figure you know these waters better then anyone else on the ship."
"I know some of the area from tales, but I've not plied the waters for long." She sighs, "Been at sea for about three weeks afore Scourge took interest in me and had me dragged aboard the Wormwood. So that means I've been out at sea for what, six weeks now." She shakes her head, her red locks dancing about her face and shoulders. "I seriously doubt that's enough time to get to know the seas."
She pulls a clay pipe you've often seen her with from one of her pouches and places it between her teeth. "Besides, how old do you think I am?" She grins at Aoro with a slightly sparkle of mischievousness in her eyes.
Aoro raises an eyebrow.
"Thats longer then me and I'm the Captain. From what I have seen your ability as a sailor is impressive and I expect having Besmara's favor wont hurt while your piloting the ship. Lastly I dont care about age, just ability and character. Now you wouldn't be saying your lacking their too would you?"
His own eyes going a little sharp.
We can question the rest of the crew on who can pilot a ship and has the most experienced sea legs. I have only been on a ship briefly and piloting is something I would be poor at.
Sandara snorts and a bemused look crosses her face as she looks down and begins to fish around in one of her pouches. "Oh, I'm not sayin' that I can't steer th' ship. My father was a fisherman, afterall, so I've been around boats for most of my life." She pulls a small tin from her pouch and opens it, looking up at Aoro. "So, don't be gettin' your knickers in a twist. I can steer her just fine, I just don't want you to be gettin' a wrong idea about my familiarity with these waters." She pulls a piece of tobacco cake from the tin and crumbles it into the end of the pipe.
"I'm hurt that you'd question my character, Aoro. Oh and I've seen twenty-two summers." She sighs and fishes out a tindertwig, lighting it quickly on the chair and letting it burn a bit before lighting her pipe. "Been on the shore too long and I'm eager to see the world, or at least the rest of this corner of it."
Aoro walks by snatching her pipe, taking a draw as he keeps going. Turns then goes back the way he came, placing it back in her hand on the return trip. Puffing out the smoke from the side of his mouth before smirking.
"Nah got no knickers to twist. Apologies if you thought I was questioning your character. Just saying its what I value not age and such. As we have all seen time does not cure a fool. Regardless I am glad your here and willing."
He takes a moment.
"Now that the positions have been filled. Anyone else got concerns or thoughts before we sail to Reckety's? If its a private matter then speak to me afterwards."
If we are to squib the ship, we will need funds. There are some items we got from Plugg as loot but I suspect that it will cost more coin than we currently have.
"We will have to work something out with Reckety, after all without seige weapons we are a target. Unless someone has a suggestion?"
Hmm...We could try to find a ship to pirate, but I believe that would be unwise since we are such a small crew
I have no worthwhile ideas better then what's already spoken. Gene mutters before heading to the door.
"I think it'd be best we head ta' ol' Rickety's an' see what he's wantin' in exchange fer squibbin' th' ship."
Let us set sail then.
"Then on to Rickety's to see what fate has in store for us. I guess I should inform Rosie and Conchobhar of their new positions as well."
"Well, I'd also be thinkin' 'bout how yer wantin' ta' run th' ship? What's th' freedoms th' have and how are punishments gonna be handed out. That sorta thin'."
Here are my suggestions for new laws.
1.Messing up on the job doesn't get you lashed but denied any luxeries like good rum. Keep screwing up and you are dropped off at port and not let back on until you can show you have improved.
2.Fighting. Knuckles and knees means a lash for all involved and put on the beach to settle it. Weapons means lashing and sweatbox and dumped on a beach to settle it.
3.Killing another crewmember means keelhauling unless it can be proven that it is in self-defense.(Magic will be used to determine the truth)
4.Betrayal means keelhauling unless the captain/crew decide otherwise. If someone is blackmailing you, GO TO THE CAPTAIN! Pass a note or something so we can mess over who dares to blackmail one of us.
Aoro thinks for a moment.
"Sorry but that may not work, its too easy to exploit if its set like that. I say we stick to the pirates code and normal shipboard conduct more or less. Which covers most of what you proposed. Punishments will be dependent on the case but the lightest your going to get is a rope bash, even merchant ships dont coddle their crew with less then that."
There comes a rapping and knocking upon the door of the cabin in which the group meeting is being held. Upon opening said portal a sun-bronzed Elf stands, a bucket in each hand.
"Beggin' tha' Officer's pardon." And she bobs a quick curtsy. "Askin' tha' Ship's Saw-bones fer some water. There be a sick crew nedin' tendin' to." She asks.
Sandara sighs and looks at Sunny with an exasperated glare, "It's for that rotten sot Syl, ain't it?" She grumbles and sits forward, tipping the pipe upwards and pulling the skull-and-crossbones on the leather thong around her neck from underneath her shirt. "Here, take the water." She gestures and mumbles a prayer in a monotone voice that sounds completely unenthused. Water appears just above the bucket and fills it with a splash. "Honestly, Sunny, you should be here with the rest of us, discussin' the affairs of the ship, not tendin' to that worthless scum." She leans back in her chair and brushes a red lock from her face.
Sunny again bobs in acknowledgement of Sandara's workings.
"Aye Ma'am, but there be ill crew ta tend." Sunny looks to the others in the room. Waiting for a moment to see if any one else has anything to add.
Sandara snorts in a very unlady-like manner. "If she'll survive for the time bein', I got little care as to her state. A bit of pain and sufferin' might do her some good." She takes a short pull on her pipe and lets the smoke roll around in her mouth a bit before exhaling. "I'm a follower of the Pirate Queen, not a nursemaid. She ain't one of my friends and long as she's on the mend, I've done my job for the time bein'."