Dacota continues to try and look piratey or sailory to not draw the eye. Waiting for an enviable.
Linnet nods at Chandria, handing her the lock, then bolts up the stairs for duty.
As you all come haring up on to deck, you find the rest of the crew staring incredulously at you, ships biscuits half way to their mouth, water sitting forgotten beside them.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF HIGH HOLY F!%~ WAS THAT?!" Screaming at the top of his lungs, Scourge storms across the deck. "AN EXPLOSION ROCKS THE SHIP AND THESE LILLY LIVERED SCOUNDRELS COME RUNNING UP ON DECK WITH YOU ON THEIR TAILS? BADGER?!" The woman jumps and moves over to the Ships Master. "F@++in explain this girl before I have ye hanged from the yard arm!"
"Th-the bird threw an explosive at us Sir!"
"A f*@!in explosive? Under de-"
"Scourge you shriveled dogs cock, what is going on here?" Harrigan strolls across the deck, a menacing look on his face, Plugg in tow.
"Cap'n Harrigan!" Scourge jumped to attention. "Cap'n sir I am just finding that out, apparently there were an explosion below deck. The bird..."
"An explosion, below deck...?" the man raised an eyebrow before stepping forward and lashing out, slamming his fist in to Scourges face, who falls backwards and skids across the deck a little. "If you can not control them maybe I should f%*%ing hang you in the cage then, yes?"
"I-I am s-sir, Cap'n, I am controlin em, I swears it. I wus about to punish the b%*## when ye came over. I have this sir I promise!"
"See that you do, you waste of space!" With that, the Captain turns and storms away, returning to his own duty.
Scourge slowly stands up, wiping blood from his face. He turns menacingly towards Chandria and the blood flows in to his face, turning him beet red.
"Well little chicken, let us be dealing with you then. For your little stunt you are going to spend the next eight hours in THE BOX!" He screams the last part loudly, directly in Chandrias face, grabbing the Tengu by the scruff of the shirt and dragging her bodily towards the box on deck. She is stripped of her gear, it is pushed in to Linnets arms, before the woman is shoved in to the box.
As the door is slammed shut and locked, Scourge turned towards the deck and sighs, before grinning viciously, "BACK TO F!$*ING WORK!"
I better hold onto her equipment for now. Shelyn help her in there! Maybe I can sneak her something later...
Linnet hefts the falchion experimentally. She may need it during the day.
Of course, it seems unlikely to go well...
Aqguazula worked hard for the first part of his task, fixing ropes and sails. He decided to slow it down a bit, It's not like they can fit two people in the sweatbox anyways. Thinking upon that notion, one of my compatriots is locked in there, it's not like I could break them out, maybe ease their suffering.
Remembering the greater task at hand, we need to get more allies, especially after that little stunt. Either the rest of the crew will respect and fear us or hate us. Regardless, it's up to me to get more people on our side and that bastard of a father, Lord Depthago said I'd wasn't fit to rule or have access to power. Aqguazula will stare into the water before returning to his post.
"Hey, let.. me.. GO!" Chandria angrily demands as she's roughly grabbed, stripped, and thrown into a box. "Give that back to me!" Her demands fall on deaf ears as the door closes on the sweatbox. She grabs the gated door with her hands. Within seconds, the hot sun has already begun to cause her feathers to become moist, sweaty, and uncomfortable. She frantically peers around for someone - anyone - to help her, as the heat is quickly becoming unbearable.
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Dacota heads down to the lower decks of the ship. It's vile, dirty, and tough work, but he feels as if he is getting back into the spirit of what it was to work on the vessels of a ship. It was then he recalled a few old shanties the crew of his old ships would sing.
He began to shout out from below as he worked.
"Oh the times was hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
And the grub was bad and the gales did blow
And it's time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is done and the winds do blow
And it's time for us to leave her
I thought I heard the Old Man say
You can go ashore and take your pay
Oh her stern was foul and the voyage was long
The winds was bad and the gales was strong
And we'll leave her tight and we'll leave her trim
And heave the hungry packet in
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her with a grin
For there's many a worser we've sailed in
And now it's time to say goodbye
For the old pierhead's a-drawing nigh"
The lowest deck of the ship, the bilges are a foul, damp place with thick cobwebs above and 1–2 feet of dark, brackish water that stinks abominably below. A ladder leads up to a trap door that opens in the lower hold (area A10), and a single bilge pump rests near the stern. The bilges also double as the ship’s brig, and six sets of masterwork manacles with average locks are fixed to the bulkheads in the forward portion of the deck.
As Dacota works, he spots something glinting in the waters and makes to bend down to examine it, before he feels a sharp bite on his calf and jumps back, away from the bright coloured spider.
Aqguazula will eye the swabs on the deck looking for someone to influence. At that moment he remembers that Sandara mentioned the names Conchobhar and Cogsward.
Hmm I worked hard today, may as well have a little fun on deck. Let's hope it doesn't break out into a brawl like this morning, although that was fun.
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Aqguazula walks over to Cogsward while he washes mops the deck. "Oi Oi there ,Cogsward is it?" Quite the morning we had eh?"
Aqguazula stands over him, trying to look intimidating but not directly threatening. Aqguazula will make a quick scan on the human(?) trying to find any markers to spark up a conversation.
"What's your story mate? Got any grim tales there I have a few if you've got the stomach for it? what's your fancy, Aboleths,slave raids and how I had my chest blown open by iron" he quickly opens his shirt to where they had to sew up and cauterize his wound. "Or maybe the time I nearly fed one of my crewmen for raping a young lass aboard the vessel I was serving on?"
Aqguzula will crack his knuckles and lean against his spear.
Cogward glares up at Aqguazula for a moment before grinning darkly. "One of the new meat heh? Big ain't ya? Scary f+~+er alright. Aye I got some tales too. More tales than I care to f!&$ing tell. But let's be hearing yours eh? Tell us about that ugly f@#!in scar and I'll tell you how I managed to slip a brace of Halflings out of there beds and on to a Chelaxian slavers ship, under the nose of the Andoran Navy!"
Aqguazula will question internally what Cogward just told him.
Aqguazula will will laugh, "haha, another former slaver on this f++&ing ship!? I'm starting to love this crew. Remind me tonight to make you a beers or a pint of wine."
At this point Aqguazula will raise his hand a twirl his fingers
Aqguazula will put his hand on Cogwards shoulder, Now it was eight years ago out in the Obari Ocean while riding with the Okeno boys, you know those fierce olive skinned pirates out of Katapesh? Anyways we intercepted some merchant vessel called The lucky lady. So we busted a hole in the haul of the ship and quickly boarded it, had them locked up and ready for trade to the ghouls of Geb and them Mwangi Demon worshipping tribals. The Day was too calm, not even the slightest look of a typhoon. When out of we see those Eagle wearing Cunts! They caught us off guard and ended up boarded us, so we kill the f@@+ing lot of them!"
Taking a moment to rejoice in his fond memories he continues his story." So that's where this freedom totting whore-son of a cunt, their first mate with the biggest gun I've never seen. Never faced a man with one I charged him, he shot me off the bloody aft, blowing open my chest. By Dagon's grace I lived. When my crew hauled up, I blacked out. It happens when I taste blood, when I'm really feeling savage. So I dove off the deck with him and fed him to the nastiest great white shark that came by."
"you see this sash and belt? I tore his scalp off with my own bare hands."
Aqguazula will point towards the buckle of his belt, hanging from it is what looks like a ratty braid and some heavily polish white stones(teeth or pearls?)
"You should see them Andorans screaming and yelling about freedom when shackled and being dragged off by ghouls. Now, tell me your story?"
"Now what's this be SON OF A CURR!!!!" shouted Dacota as he felt something took a bite of his leg.
Bilge Spider
Gupson
Gupson feels the spiders poison spread through his body slowly, stealing his vitality, leaving him feeling weak and drained.
The Spider leaps forward again, fangs bared, seeking to bite the mans ankle once more. Though he is only tiny, he had a big appetite.
As before, the spider sinks its fangs in to the sailor and he feels a fresh prickling of venom begin to flow within him.
Cogward stared wide eyed throughout the tale, coughing in wonder as he listened. By the end the man was laughing and wiping away tears. "That was a good tale mate, very good. I like yeh!" He grinned before shrugging.
"Weren't nothin as fantastical as all that, we woz on an island, small little island off the Missa Shelf and there woz this plantation of Alflings just working away minding theyz own business when BAM! cosh to the back of their eads and SWOOSH in to a sack with em. The Navy was patrolling the coast line but we managed to slip aboard the Infernal Gift and be away afore they caught us. It was damn close too. It woz a week later in a small shitty port tavern, while telling this story, that I got in a fight and got me ear bit clean off!" He pulls up the scarf to show off the rough scar.
"Bastard got a knife in the gullet for that, and that is how I ended up here. Can't go back to a ship when ya kill the Cap'n, savvy?"
Aqguazula will chuckle and clap, "Excellent story mate! That scar adds character." jokingly Aqguazula will ask, "can you hear me mate, hahaha!"
Before heading off he will tell him, "even though I'm done my work I don't want Mr.plugg to turn me into chum, but I will tell you this. Maybe soon I will tell you the story of how I killed my old man, sounds good?"
With that Aqguazula will resume his routine.
Alright there goes another one, at this rate I'm going to be captain of this focking ship!
A part of Sasha is relieved that she did not end up in the sweat box, but then again she does feel bad for the poor Tengu.
With the box being watched, getting help to her is gonna be difficult.
the assignments came around and getting lookout was exciting, it did dampen her spirits to try and obtain her locket today. she didn't have any friends among the riggers to cover for her.
perhaps today would change that.
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It takes a little bit but Sahsha makes her way up high. She makes herself comfortable as she takes the watch. Her eye catches what might be a strapping young gnome working the rigging. (Conchobhar).
glancing his direction she tries to get his attention. Funny place to meeting new friends isn't it. Name's Sasha. you?
Linnet takes some time away from rat-catching after building up a pile of corpses to go and visit the quartermaster. She's poked her head on deck occasionally, but Scourge has had his eye on the sweatbox all day. Regretfully, she's had to give up her plan of sneaking something to Chandria. The best she can do is hold onto her gear for now. Provided the Tengu makes it out of there, she might be able to help her then. It will depend on what she gets out of the quartermaster.
"I hear we have you to thank for the return of this," she says to Grok, smiling and gesturing towards her armor. "Any chance I could trade with you for some studded leather? It'd be a good deal for you. Got caught in land armor, and it's been a little difficult since."
"Oh aye, sounds bloody good to me mate. Share a drink tonight? Gamble a bit maybe?" Cog calls after Aqguazula as the man stalks away.
Cog turns his head up to stare at Sasha, a glare on his face, before it slowly falls away to be replaced with a slow smirk. He spit the knife out from between his teeth, grabbing it and slamming it back in to its sheath before sweeping her a bow, gripping the belay line he held in one hand.
"Funny place indeed to meet new friends, but not to meet beautiful women. I hear angels come from up above, so meeting you in the rigging makes sense. My name is Conchobar Turlach Shortstone, the third. Court Bard to the house of Endrin, of Westcrown, before my... untimely removal, shall we say?" He smiled continuing with his work. "And what do I owe this unexpected pleasure my dear?"
Grok looks up as Linnet enters and grins friendly, tipping her head towards the Half-Elf. "Ello poppet. And no, that ain't thanks to me at all. When ya'll got here I couldn't give a toss about you, truth be told, but that Sandara lass is a convincing one. Now... As for that armour, indeed I can make that trade." She moves to the back of the store, opening a locker and rooting around inside, before pulling out a set of black leather armor and laying it on the deck. She takes the offered Scale and begins to examine it, before nodding contentedly.
"Aye, fair trade. Now anything else I can do for you pet?"
Aqguazula will raise this hand while walking away," Surething mate, the names Aqguazula by the way. Just look for the biggest bastard on this ship, you can't miss me." He yells.
Bleepos will work during the day, and try to find a minute to run to the quartermaster. He still misses part of his stuff - and, who knows, maybe he can get it there, as some people onboard seem to have gotten theirs. Besides, he wants to keep an eye on the quartermaster - maybe the wares will be unguarded again tonight...
"HA! You ain't met Owlbear yet friend, wait till that happens before you claim it!"
Bleepos walks through the door, while Linnet is still talking to Grok. Grok looks up, arching an eyebrow and smiling. "Ah the Gobbo. How goes it little Cousin? What can this old salt do for you?"
"Maybe you're right there friend, I'm not afraid of him. This old bastard has a few tricks"
Bleepos makes an effort to smile.
Bleepos greets quartermaster! - he bows absolutely wrong and using an exaggerated manner; anyone would be asking themselves if he isn't drunk already, but since they're all pirates... It's almost like normal.
Bleepos is brave, but Bleepos... Bleepos frail, sometimes, you know? - his eyes are pious - Bleepos needs ways to defend himself. Maybe... Sword? This size? - he gestures as if measuring a small shortsword.
A couple weapon cords would be nice too! - he smiles, showing fairly dirty and pointy teeth - Maybe a rope, a set of flint and steel... - he starts to abuse, as supposed.
Grok rolls her eyes before sighing. "Yeh think I am stupid but okay... I'll give ya a weapon. Ya may need it. I hear you have some people out fer yer blood already," She moves back to a different locker and pulls out a familiar shortsword and rapier before laying it on the table before Bleepos.
"Your effects yer lordship. The rest, that pretty face ain't gonna get yah. I have a job to do too loves!"
"Gods Damn!!!" Dacota curses trying to get away from the creature as quick as he could.
Bleepos puts a golden coin over the counter, after picking up the weapons.
Well, Bleepos wasn't expecting it to be free! - he adds another one with his short, green hand.
Has... Has it been a minute.. an hour.. How much longer will I be here.. Her bloodshot eyes look as though they've turn into raisins. The sun beams down hard on Chandria, and she's collapsed onto the ground, severely overheated by the stagnant air. She pants heavily, doing what she can to thermoregulate her body. Spending so many hours reading books back in her study, she knew very well how to stop herself from dying of heat. Instead, she miserably sat there, the tease of the water surrounding the ship making the dryness of her mouth so much more awful. I'd do anything for the sahuagin's spell right now...
Grok arches an eyebrow before smiling. "Oh, if you are paying then that would be 30 gold please!" She shook her head sliding the coins back towards him.
"Nah, keep it. You can buy something else if you like..."
Dacota flinches but the poison doesn't seem to effect him.
Sasha smiles at the compliment. her tail stoking the little gnome's cheek. I just figured, If I am to be stuck on board this garbage scow Might as well make the best of it. and a handsome face to work beside does wonders for morale.
Readjusting herself to a more comfortable position. tell me your story. as we seem to have all day.
Sashas words and actions bring a beet red glow to the Gnomes face and he coughs self importantly, before grinning. "Well... I was the Court Bard to the Endrin family, a very very old family in Westcrown till the troubles happened. I bolted, flew in the face of danger and ah... lets just say I fell afoul of some bottles. More than one, less than a thousand. They found me in one of the ports and had to pour me out of the bottom of a cup to drug me and drag me aboard. And now... now here I am!"
Sasha listens to the story with great interest. a court bard, a man with many talents I am sure. possibly one who has a great deal of knowledge as well.
I can tell that deep within you lies the courage of a lion. Perhaps you would like to join me for a little, get together, after dinner this evening?
Linnet watches the exchange between Bleepos and Grok and decides it's a good opportunity to get herself some of the same. "Well, if it's a matter of being armed, I wouldn't mind something I could hold in both hands-" she winks at the quartermaster - "or use from a distance."
Dacota tries to stomp the spider to its death.
Conchobhar grins sheepishly and nods. "Aye, aye lass I would love that. After dinner it is. I'll bring something special for us to enjoy!"
Grok arches and eyebrow but shakes her head firmly. "Nope. Not gonna happen. You aint getting that honking great sword unless there is a boarding action. Till then though..." She pulls the crossbow from under her desk and sets it on the table. "Don't shoot anyone till you are told to, savvy?"
Gupson lashes out to no avail, as he does his foot connects with something hard and flat, in the water, beside where the buckler had lain.
The spider leaps forward but manages to miss Gupson this time. He feels the venom still coursing through his body however.
"Miserable Arachnid!"
Dacota feels the spider explode in a shower of guts and gore under his foot and he bends forward, breathing a sigh of relief.
As he does he takes a closer look at what his foot landed on earlier and, reaching under the water, pulls out a very fine handaxe indeed.
"Fair enough," says Linnet, "though don't worry. I lived on a ship my whole life, I know I need all the friends I can get." She means it, too.
She pulls out a gold coin from her purloined purse, hidden deep within her clothes. "Let's just say they couldn't search me for everything. I'll buy some bolts off you, if that's all right."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Gipson slides his new hand axe in between his leathers and his clothes and ties the buckler around his belt for the time being. He frowned at the bite from the Spider, but feeling no other bad effect decided that it would be for the better as to finish cleaning the bilges of the ship and get it checked out later.
Grok takes the coin, biting it and nodding to herself as it shows up a small imprint of a fang. "Alright ducky, can do. I'll give you them bolts. Is there anything else I can do fer either of yeh?"