"King of the ocean," Dacota chuckles, "petty claims. No mortal owns the water. It's killed too many whom tried. We are mearly low renters."
At this comment Sasha only smiles, like she is well aware of the death toll upon the waves.
"and with each new death, Our power grows. I do hope to see that jake fellow again. He tatsed interesting."
Her hand goes to her neck, then her smile turns to worry. "damn it, its gone, did I drop it? its got to be here somewhere"
Sasha starts to search her person and the area around where she is sitting.
Aqguazula hair will bring the glass to his lips and with that he will take a sip as a show of trust. "To Long lasting alliances and to health". unsure of how tastes, he is certain that he has had worse.
"Not sure if it's magically like Sasha or I, I will need to make note of this."
Looking towards Linnet, he retracts his hair from around the glass when Linnet has a firm grasp on it. "Drink up and enjoy, now I appreciate that that you will take up my offer, as said I will drink the first sip, taste like wine or whatever liquor I promise"
Giving out a hearty laugh," sounds like fun doesn't it, a bit of chaos. Although it could earn favors and more to our cause."
fixing his gaze upon Sasha, "I believe it's your turn now. Chandria wanted the magical folk to have some"
He leaves to the mess to get food and proper rum.
Aqguazula hair will bring the glass to his lips and with that he will take a sip as a show of trust. "To Long lasting alliances and to health". unsure of how tastes, he is certain that he has had worse.
"Not sure if it's magically like Sasha or I, I will need to make note of this."
Looking towards Linnet, he retracts his hair from around the glass when Linnet has a firm grasp on it. "Drink up and enjoy, now I appreciate that that you will take up my offer, as said I will drink the first sip, taste like wine or whatever liquor I promise"
Giving out a hearty laugh," sounds like fun doesn't it, a bit of chaos. Although it could earn favors and more to our cause."
fixing his gaze upon Sasha, "I believe it's your turn now. Chandria wanted the magical folk to have some"
Sasha was a little reluctant to use her magic right now, first checking that what was already done has not caused unwanted attention..
Sasha takes the mug of glowing drink and takes a sip. she seems to enjoy it.
"As for magic, well, lets say we all have some secrets that are best left, secret. besides I might be accused of causing someone to be punished today. But if you wish to see."
Sasha starts to whisper in a mix of infernal and Abyssal. as she whispers A sense of fatigue starts to wash over Aqguazula.
He quickly shakes it off, but for a brief second Sasha had started to invade his mind.
He will say to Sasha, "oh someone will go overboard at some point, mark my words. When that day comes, it will be I that jumps in to go after them. Now let's get some grub."
As Aqguazula walks towards the pot and out of the conversation circle, he mutters something in an ancient language.
Aqguazula walks proudly towards the cooking cauldron with a smile on his face.
Bleepos just keeps eating now, ignoring the magic users and discussions about gods and whatnot. Who cares? - the goblin thinks, and then he thinks about the rest of the people in the ship. Of course Harrigan, Pluck and Scourge would pay for pressganging him, but he had to be patience. Yet, who else could be trusted? The fishman? The infernalists? The bird girl? Besmara taught well - no one, in a pirate ship. But he could definitely keep making friends.
Ecstatic that everyone seemed to have enjoyed her colorful drink, Chandria smiles at Aqguazula. "You aren't much to look at it," she jokes, "But whatever magic you just performed on me will certainly be useful later on."
She takes Linnet's compliment well, and feels her guard towards her new compatriots dropping as an alliance is formed. They seem trustworthy. At least, moreso than the scum I've encountered on this ship so far... Chandria thinks back to the drunkard, Kroop, whom she had cooked with, and his disgusting, sweaty self.. And the smell, oh, the smell... She snaps out of it and the frown on her face turns into a smile, remembering that she has made some new friends.
"Oh, but how wrong you are, I would not be disgusted, I only wonder what reactions such blood could be used for..." The bookworm in Chandria gets the better of her and she ends up entranced in the thought of it.
Unable to wait any longer, Linnet nods to her companions and heads to get food with an increasingly rumbly stomach. She sits by Bleepos and shovels stew into her mouth. After the first feeding frenzy, she slows down and starts wondering about the motivations of that mysterious woman. Maybe she had their gear? Were they to do her dirty work? Was a mutiny perhaps already in the works?
All she can do is wait and find out.
Deciding he couldn't wait any longer, Aqguazula got a great big bowl of the hearty stew, trying to eat it civilly, as to now let them his true nature, a ravenous shark.
Thinking to himself, By Dagon's balls this is amazing, the spices and seasonings of the land dwellers are still are still such a shock to me, Sahuagin "cuisine" is usually still twitching, something gained and hunted.
Not thinking too much about Sasha's attempt to bewitch him, he just put any sort of irrational rage away.Now is not the time to fight, we need to remain somewhat unified for now.
Chandria folows the others' lead and gets a bowl of fish stew. She sits near the sahuagin and starts at it. After eating a few spoonfuls, she sets her bowl down. Not enough pepper... Too much tarragon... onion is overcooked... oh my, did I just find a bone?! Always a perfectionist at heart (and somewhat paranoid), she finds herself embarrassed that it hadn't turned out better.
Why am I even concerning myself with this? I was forced to cook aboard this ship, and I had to steal to get my equipment back. Who knows what's next?
If nothing else, I've got my alchemy kit, and I know how to mix the most volatile explosives necessary if need be.
She has a very determined look on her face, and no one really seems to notice nor care, their attention instead invested in their meals. Perhaps the stew was delicious after all.
After you have all received your meals, Grok makes her way around, handing out wooden tankards, which she proceeds to fill with very strong, very potent smelling rum.
"Drink up sweetmeats, helps ya grow big and strong!" She laughs as she walks away, but not before nodding to Aqguazula and Chandria.
Aqguazula grabs the wooden tankard and give it a sniff, I'm not drinking this swill tonight.
With power of his hair,one of his braids will grab the tankard and pour out the contents when no one is looking
wiping his lips, "Thanks for the drink Grok, I've got more for you later on, name your pick,ale,mead or wine. Aqguazula doesn't fail." he will say with a sense of pride and give out a light chuckle.
Phew! The fumes coming off her tankard of rum sting Linnet's nose and eyes. Hardly a good sign. She thinks wistfully of the elven summer wines she normally drinks with her meals.
She looks up and takes note of the name of the woman handing out the rum. Here is one to watch for.
Linnet shifts in her seat, lets her arm rest on her lap, then does her level best to pour out the rum inobtrusively.
"I hope the drinks you brew don't turn out like this," she mutters to Aqguazula. "If so, I'd have to take back my offer, purely on principle."
Taking the rum. Sasha watches the person giving them out, so that is the quartermaster, Grock.
Once she has her serving, she waits till the server passes by then starts to search in earnest again for her locket. grabbing the mug of rum with her tail she casually spills it here and there until it is empty.
Bleepos tries to drink the rum anyway.
And it doesn't seem to agree with him!
Bleepos feels the heavy Rum tear through his body, leaving him on a wave of numb, tired but happy pleasure.
Bleepos licks his lips and shudders slightly. Besmaras bones that Rum was bloody delicious. If you got that every day? This place ain't so bad.
Do a check for me. Hedonistic for rum.
Chandria smells the liquid in her tankard, frowning when she realizes it just seems... Off. There's no way I'm drinking this.
She casually knocks her tankard over, spilling the entire contents on the deck before quickly picking it back up to make it look as though she had drank it.
Although Dacota is more than mentally addicted to Rum already, he is not chemically so.
Fittingly, the Rum hits Dacota like a brink, but his liver staves off the worst of it, seasoned salt that it is.
Bleepos dances happily while hugging another ugly looking pirate with a glass eye and bad smell he never saw before. Right now he swears he knows as much magic as the rest of the party, and he's trying to transform a roach into a roasted pig.
Linnet laughs at the antics of sotted pirates, glad she did not join their number, before scanning the deck for Sandara. Now, while drunkenness abides, should be a good time to talk undiscovered.
Linnet spots Sandara sitting atop a barrel, on the Top Deck, to the Fore of the Ship. The Besmaran Cleric spots Linnet looking for her and gestures for the Half-Elf to join her, waving a bottle of alcohol at her.
After the meal has been cleaned up and everyone has drunk there share of Rum, the nighttime entertainment begins on deck. Those who are not exhausted from the day begin to party, while those who are creep under deck to the Crew Berths and their dreams.
The drunk and fatigued goblin will go sleep. He snores as there's no tomorrow!
Not being one for arm wrestling nor performing, Chandria uses this opportunity to sneak down to the Quaratermaster and Cook's Cabin, hoping to learn more about the filthy Kroop. She especially hopes to find something that can be used to her advantage.
Dacota gives into his love of rum and drank happily away, "Man, this rum, what wonder. So what's it like on this here ship. Now I'm no landlubber but I never been involved with the ins and outs of proper piracy," he asks to those around him, "Mind tellin' a salt like me what is what?
But his words come out more like, "Hhfbal akfbjkafba fabfbfl?
Sasha makes her way topside. noticing Sandara. along with the half-elf she met earlier.
strolling on over, "So, ahhh yeah, You mentioned something earlier bout something." trying to intentionally be vague just in case there is something secret about to happen or is happening
Chandria finds herself outside of the cooks Cabin, the door firmly closed before her.
Gupson stumbles around, before finding a willing ear, a small halfling woman, sitting upon a barrel and drinking from a bottle. She listens to his words, before laughing softly and tugging him down to sit on a crate beside the barrel, handing him the bottle of rum.
"Drink up man. And welcome to the crew!"
Sandara nods to the Tiefling woman when she joins her on the Top deck. "Alright loves, welcome to the crew. Pity your other friends didn't see fit to join us, guess they wont get their welcome gift tonight then!" The woman pulls a bag around before her and begins to pull out two items. She passes Sasha her Haramaki and Linnet her Scale Mail.
"Good to be protected on this ship ladies, best remember that!" She grinned before taking a sip from the bottle she is carrying, before offering the bottle around. "So loves, your first day is done, you have seen how cruel the Cap'n can be, what do you think? Is it the place for you? I'd say not, it isn't for many. But... Revenge is not always a good thing to seek, right away. Savvey?"
Linnet glances out at the deck uneasily. "I think our comrades meant to come," she says. She sees a snoring Bleepos, a twirly mustache drawn large enough on his face to see from up here, and a swaying Dacota, sprawled on a crate. "That rum is certainly... distracting."
She exclaims over her scale mail and takes her outer tunic off so she can hide the mail underneath.
She sniffs dubiously at Sandara's bottle, but it doesn't burn her nostrils like that last toxic drink, so she takes a sip before attempting to don her armor.
When Sandara warns her against revenge, she peeks her head out of the armhole of the partly-on mail, looking abashed. "I am beginning to understand that." Her voice echoes slightly inside the armor as she struggles with it. She seems to have forgotten that it will only need taking off again that night. "I would have thought anywhere at sea was the place for me. Now, I am not sure... but I want to find out."
Sasha takes the armor. "This is a blessing, However, I seem to have lost a locket. It is very important to me. I don't suppose you have come across it? she asks.
Sandara smiles when Linnet catches sight of Bleepos. "Yes, it is quite strong isn't it?" She eyes both of the women up knowingly, before smirking.
"And that is a good way to look at it my dear, this is not the place for you, I can promise that, but it is the place for opportunity!"
A sad smile crossed her face at Sashas question and she shook her head slightly. "I am sorry. I have indeed seen your locket, it is stored in the Quartermasters stores, under lock and key. Now if you want to earn it back, you can, Grok is a good type and I am sure you can figure out a way to get it. I would caution not theft however, you see what they do to thieves!"
After the meal, Aqguazula will look for someone to try and win over. Figuring he'd try his luck out with one of his fellow swabs
I've done well with Grok so far, maybe I can try to win over someone tough.
Chandria instead seeks out Sandara with the others, and upon hearing what she had to say, she offers a suggestion to Sasha. "I have already spoken with Grok as far as equipment goes, and I may even go so far as to say she was pleased with me. I may be able to offer a little... persuasion to help with retrieving your locket." Chandria flashes Sasha a peek of the Brandy she had been hiding under her haramaki.
After asking around for a few minutes, Aqguazula is pointed towards a tall Mwangi woman, playing Hog Toss, towards the front of the ship. Shivikah is tall and heavily muscled, her neck and forearms tattooed with tribal script.
When Chandria joins the group, Sandara frowns, before dragging the bag around before her. "You must be..." She pulled out the Falchion, before handing it to the Tengu with a smile. "That is a good idea. IF you have made friends with Grok, all the better!"
Before confronting her, he cast a quick spell on himself. In order to make himself seem more presentable or tougher if the need arises
Looking at the Mwangi woman, Aqguazula attempts to decipher the tattoos to see if they tie her to a pirate gang he may of heard of or a group of tribals he may of sold slaves to for demonic rituals
Dagon be Damned! Matters not, I better watch my words around her, she looks crush crab shells with those meaty hands.
Oi mate, are you Shivikah? why is a proud Mwangi like yourself doing on on this ship and what's your story?. Is it true of the story's the other swabs have said about, that you can make the toughest men break down into sobbing scared weaklins with a single look? If so these decks must be soaked with the piss of foolish men.
Linnet, still wrestling with her armor, sees the weapon being pulled out of the bag. "Do you happen to know where my greatsword or crossbow might be?" she asks. She expects that, like Sasha's locket, they are probably hidden away, just her luck. "Also, should we be hiding the fact you returned gear to us, or will anyone care?"
Shivikah turns to Aqguazula, a slow sneer spreading across her face, before his words can reach her. She blinks in surprise a couple of times, before nodding slightly. "Aye, I be Shivikah. I joined up here to get away from some folk who were after me. I used to run slaves down the Illmagorti way, but fell afoul of the Chelaxian Navy on my return. Thought I'd jump in to it with both feet so here I am!"
At the compliment the woman laughed softly, before straightening, staring up at the Sahugain. "Not often someone has the balls to talk to me like that. What is your name meat?"
Sandara shook her head. "The gear was given to me by the Quartermaster, to return to you. She is a friend and I convinced her, but this is as much as she will give me. You can wear your gear openly, no one will stop you. And as for where your weapons are, they are in the same place as all of the rest, the Quartermasters store!"
Aqguazula face will light up and he will have a certain look in his eye.
Glad she's not an escaped slave or this could of gotten really ugly.
"The name is Aqguazula. You said you were a slaver out of the Illmagorit? I've lived in those parts, had to leave as the Red Mantis made it hard to do business. Mainly I worked with the Okeno boys out in the Obari, sold slaves to Geb for their annual gift to Nemret Noktoria, the city of ghouls."
With a slight look of shock as if a repressed memory came back. He will choke on his words for a moment.
"Let me tell you, the scariest job I've done. There was a delivery out in the middle of the Arcadian Ocean. We got the job from a mysterious figure unlike one I've ever seen, so an hour passes when all of a sudden. Skum board our vessel, where the skum are...Aboleths are near. Our men made their prayers, even the godless. So captain ordered us to kill the skum, it was a bloody battle. That's when we saw them, those slimy Catfish. They were our buyers, they bought our slaves and took half the crew to make up for their lost skum."
and with that will immediately changes his dour tone
Here's a tip for slaving, if you ever find a Lacedon head,ghast or ghouls, keep it. They bring fear to the slaves, with the fear of ghoul fever and paralysis. Say would you ever want to get back in the business? we could maybe team up, they were the best years of my life. There is plenty of business with Mwangi, they love their demonic sacrifices. What's your best story?
Sasha isn't quite in the mood for entertainment after the meeting with Sandara, "Thanks for the armor, I am sure we will meet again. I think I will go and check out the Quartermaster's place. promise not to touch, just check things out."
As she goes to leave, Sasha stops, "I don't suppose you could spare that bottle, could you?"
After that she takes her leave and heads to the quartermaster's store. merely checking the area, seeing if Grock is even there, (not likely) but rather looking for anything useful that may have been "dropped" or "left behind"
"Why thank ye, do love rum. Do you know by chance where my sword and equipment is. It ain't likely that I be jumping out of this outfit at first glance but a proper weapon would do me good I say. You look rather lovely and thank you for the rum"
Of course once again such wasn't what came out, but this time, his gibberish was laced with more nautical words and strange metaphors for some form of innuendo. Wither such was recognized was hard to tell.
Chandria gladly slips the bottle of Brandy to Sasha with a smile. My allies need to be just as armed as I do on this ship. She adds, looking towards Linnet, "There are at least four more bottles of this liquid in the galley that we could use should we need to persuade Grok. We just need to be sure we don't get caught taking them."
Bleepos snores loudly. Surrounded by sexy goblin mermaids, the "Captain" happily dances with a bottle of rum.
Shivikah frowns for a moment in thought, before a slow smile creeps on to her face. "Oh aye, I do be in the mood to join the life again but you know... we are stuck here right? This is our lot now. We don't have a boat and the Captain chooses our heading so what do you suggest?"
Sandara smiles to see you all working together. "It is good you are helping eachother, getting provisioned is half the battle of any trip aye?"
"Now a warning; do not cross Scourge or Plugg, they will f+~&ing bury you. If you are caught trying to raise decent within the crew, they will just keelhaul you; no questions asked. Those who are seen as trying to raise trouble are too dangerous to be allowed to live, savvy?"
Sasha finds herself standing in a small corner of the Galley, outside of the Quartermasters Store, the door of which is closed firmly. She looks around the Galley and spots a barrel of wine, stamped with an Andoran seal, sitting in the corner with a set of old boots lying atop it.
The halfling laughs, before shaking her head. "All of your stuff is in the Quartermasters Store old man. Say, ain't those your friends up on the Top Deck there? Sandara is signalling you over you know?"
Bleepos continues to dream. "Oh Cap'n Bleepos, you is the biggest strongest smartestest Goblin Pirate in the whole worldses!"