Suny nods at Sandara's wise words, absently rubbing a foot against the back of her other leg as she loiters for a little while longer.
Torque shrugs at Sandara's exasperation .That is just Sunny for you I guess. Who knows, she just might be our moral center.
Sunny smiles at Torque's compliment. Even going so far as to wiggle a little obviously happy some one doesn't mind her tanned, nekkid self.
"Aye! Me middle be right centered!" (^_^)
Aoro shakes his head.
"Syl is not sick, she was lashed. Like half of those and more on this ship. Compared to the lashes we took it was bearly a punishment. If you want to waste your own time playing nurse then so be it. But it will not be allowed to get in the way of how the ship is run. Syl will work when her turn is up, as will you. You will also not waste more of Sandara's time, she has done her job."
He lets out a breath thru his nose.
"As for moral center, thats a matter of perspective. As by a rightous man's reckoning everyone on this ship should hang or worse."
Sunny dutifully nods her head, tugging at a fore-lock of hair as she does so,
"If'n that be tha' Captain's wishes, then so be it. Cap'n Sir." Though, just for a moment, her gaze changes...and then she is her bright an normal self.
"Though I do remember Sandara's soothin' touch upon m'slf after I were visited by tha' pleasure of Master Scourge." She reminds her crew-mates.
"If that be ever thing an' anything?" She asks. (^_^)
Then let us leave the moralizing until later, and we are deep in our rum. I believe that will be everything Sunny, if Aoro has nothing else to say.
Sunny again bobs and curtsies politely in acknowledgment to the assembled 'Officers', before turning hoisting her buckets and heading off to care for said stricken crew-mate. (^_^)
Some effort is made to get the ship in ready condition again, but the crew is tired from battle and lack of sleep, yet most are ready to celebrate their new found freedom. The progress is slow and eventually last bell is rang, the evening meal and rum (watered down enough to curb the worst of the side effects without losing all of its potency), and evening festivities are had.
The crew is roused and jobs are assigned for the day by a rather loud and colorful halfling. Eyes are placed on the supporters of Mister Plugg's previous reign as "captain."
By around midday, clouds have begun to gather in the east and the southeasterly wind has picked up to strong breeze. While the wind is perfect for sailing, the clouds begin to take on a dark and ominous cast.
Hmmm.looks like a storm is coming. Torque pitches in with securing items, checking for leaks and other duties.
Everyone be sharp! Curb your ale drinking tonight in case we get hit hard by the rain.
Sunny does her best to do all the things she has to do.
Plus keep an eye out on the horizon and on the weather.
Gene works hard helping others were he can and talking to the crew a little to get to know everyone better.
Aoro looks over things, having known long ago his skills as a sailor were lacking. Seeing the clouds he prepares for the worst.
"You heard Mr. Torque, prepare for foul weather. We have not made it this far to get waylaid by some sky spit!"
The woman looks up at Sandara, "Don't think this squares things between us. I mean to see you bleed... Th' whole lot of you."
Sandara chuckles. "I did it to shut her up," she thumbs towards Sunny, [b]"but go ahead and spit and growl at us. Bite the hand that now feeds you, though, and you'll die like the mongrel you are."
Syl spits on Sandara, who just wipes it from her blouse. She looks to Sunny, "Look out to where your kind heart gets you, Sunny. It might just be an early grave." She walks off, whistling to herself.
Syl looks over at Sunny with a sullen look, "Thanks, I owe you." She goes back to her chores.
Fishguts pulls Aoro aside a one point, astonishingly not in the galley for a bit and much more surprisingly, not drunk.
Though she does try to stop Syl getting dribbled on. Once things are over between the two Sunny skips over and hugs Syl.
Then digs in and helps with whatever chores it is the other woman has to do. (^_^)
Torque makes his roll as well.
Aoro nods.
"Knew I was missing something, first day and all that. My thanks Mr. Ambrose."
Calling over Torque.
"We need a night watch. I propose three man shifts with one in a elevated position to make sure the other two dont get gutted before they can raise the alarm. Ideally that same third person would be able to see in darkness or starlight. How does that sound?"
Torque then goes asking which of the crew had darkvision or good starlight vision and expalins what role they would have.
I am willing to take a shift since my darkvision will be of use. Sunny can be with two others and Conchobhar with another two.
"Thats three, four hour shifts then. Then by all means inform them Mr. Torque."
Torque heads out and gets Sunny and Conchobahr on deck with the ones who were drawing straws.
Captain Aoro has decided that we will be on three four hour night shifts. Sunny,Conchobhar, you will be with two others and so will I since our night vision is good. I'll leave it to the others to work out who they are willing to watch with but don't take too long.
Sunny bounces to attention at Torque's words, then skips over and whispers to Syl.
"Some times on tha' morrow we's can chat, hey?"
Then she skips around to the rest of the crew and looks to see who might wish to join her for her first watch.
The weather only gets worse as the day wears on. By nightfall, the wind has picked up even further and the waves work higher and higher.
In the wee hours of the morning, the weather has gotten so bad that the crew must be awoken early. The winds blows fiercely, threatening to tear the riggers from the rigging and rip the sails clean off the boat. As many as possible are ordered into the rigging by Rosie, with no small amount of cussing, and the sails are quickly furled to avoid any further damage.
As dawn approaches, the sky lightens, but imperceptibly. Sandara works her hardest at the helm to keep the boat from taking a wave broadside and rolling, but the occasional wave does and the seawater on the deck threatens to wash some overboard.
The day continues its terrible progress, the fury of the storm tossing the ship about and likely throwing her greatly off course. A few, barely perceptible shapes can be seen in the water. Sandara and Rosie have sailors running all about the ship, keeping watch on them. One looms close and as it does, it becomes obvious what it is, a coral reef. The barest bit of coral sticks out of the water when the waves hit their lowest point, threatening to pierce the hull like a spear stabbing into a man's flesh.
Late in the evening, as it begins to grow pitch black once again, forms are seen moving onto the deck. Something has climbed aboard, and those something's carry spears. They look to be goblins with the tentacles of an octopus instead of legs. Each carries a coral spear.
Aoro
Gene
Creatures
Torque
Sunny
HP: 16/16
AC: 15/15/10
Speed: 30
In Hand: Falchion
Destructive Smite 0/6 used
Spells Remaining:
1st - 3/1+1
2nd - Current/Remaining
Effects:
Torque growls and grabs his falchion. Sunny! Back me up in melee! Torque will move up the creatures on the 'right' side of the ship and slash at one with his falchion.
Unfortunatly, Torque slips on the wet deck.
Having taken his place next to the wheel long ago, he spots the boarders.
"Grindylows!"
He sends a pair of silver fish at the two closest ones to the wheel.
HP: 12/12
AC: 13/11/12
Speed: 30
In Hand:
Spells Remaining:
1st - 4/5
Effects:
Gene pulls his longsword and moves in for a swing. " As if the storm wasn't enough..."
HP: 16/16
AC: 18/13/14
Speed: 30
In Hand: longsword
Aoro
Gene
Creatures
Torque
Sunny
Aoro sends two silver fish darts into two of the grindylows. One staggers backwards from the missile and falls back into the water, while the other dart sinks into the shoulder of the second grindylow. It glares at Aoro.
Gene pulls his sword as he moves to one of the groups of grindylows. He swings, but the creature ducks under the blade.
The grindylows burst into action, three engaging Torque, while one attacks Gene, and the only wounded one goes after Aoro. Torque takes a spear in the side during the exchange and the half-orc is sent crashing to the deck as the grindylows manage to pull his feet out from underneath him with their tentacles. Although Gene manages to avoid the spear and sharp teeth of the grindylow attacking him, as he dodges, the creature gets a tentacle on his foot and pulls his leg out from underneath him. The wounded grindylow slams into Aoro, stabbing him with its spear and tearing the man's feet out from underneath him with its tentacles.
Torque slashes at one of the grindylows, but from his position lying on the deck, he's unable to get a decent angle.
Gene stands back up and swings his longsword again.
HP: 16/16
AC: 18/13/14
CMD: 17
Speed: 30
In Hand: longsword
HP: 9/16
AC: 15/15/10
Speed: 30
In Hand: Falchion
Destructive Smite 0/6 used
Spells Remaining:
1st - 3/1+1
2nd - Current/Remaining
Effects:
Torque curses and knows he will get stabbed again if he tries rising while prone and near the Grindylaw, so he attempts a slice from the ground.
Aoro's eyes flash silver and black as he recast his spell. The silver fish heading for the one that had struck him as well as the next nearest one. His voice deep and rumbling.
"Get off my ship!"
HP: 5/12
AC: 13/11/12
Speed: 30
In Hand:
Spells Remaining:
1st - 3/5
Effects:
Gene
Creatures
Torque
Sunny
Aoro begins to cast his spell and the grindylow grins. The creature goes to stab the sorcerer as he leaves an opening to focus on the spell, but it suddenly staggers as Sandara lashes out at it with a foot, knocking it off balance, but not inflicting any real harm. "Monster of the deeps! Leave this ship be!" Aoro finishes his spell, blasting the grindylow in front of him and the one near Gene. The bolts strike down both of the monsters, the one in front of Gene barely holding onto consciousness.
Gene stands and swings at the grindylow, but the rolling deck and driving wind spoil his aim as the creature slowly crawls away.
Torque is assaulted on all sides by the three grindylows surrounding him. He manages, even prone, to fend off most of their attacks, but two of them get their spears past his defenses dealing deep wounds. The wounds would knock out a lesser man, but the toughness and ferocity granted to him by his orc blood keep him going for a few more precious seconds. Gene steps over the crawling grindylow and stabs downward with his sword, ending the creature's pathetic flight.
HP: -2/16
AC: 15/15/10
Speed: 30
In Hand: Falchion
Destructive Smite 0/6 used
Spells Remaining:
1st - 3/1+1
2nd - Current/Remaining
Effects:
Torque defensively casts CLW on himself
"To ARMS! TO ARMS!" Sunny cries, trying to begin rallying the rest of the crew.
Gene moves to the next one semi frustrated at his lack of hitting. (next to torque2) and swings his longsword again.
HP: 16/16
AC: 18/13/14
CMD: 17
Speed: 30
In Hand: longsword
Aoro no longer being threatened gets up sending another pair of silver fish at two of the remaining 3 enemies.
"Finish them!"
HP: 5/12
AC: 13/11/12
Speed: 30
In Hand:
Spells Remaining:
1st - 2/5
Effects: