As the officers are all gone Sandara moves over to Estelle and quickly lays her hand on Estelle's shoulder. Speaking a word and holding up a small red flag with the jolly roger on it. A golden light flashes. Then she retrests under deck before someone notices.
As the officers are gone and everyone else is busy Besmara sneaks to Jakes to search for anything valueable, especially a knife.
Estelle slowly opens her eyes, her bare flesh pressed against the wooden deck. She attempts to sit up but doesn't get much further than lifting her head.
"That bugger hit me to hard, he will have to pay double."
Estelle smiles then grabs around for her shirt. She slowly sits up and puts it back on, nodding a silent thanks to the woman who healed her wounds.
Estelle curls her knees up to her chest and puts her head on her knees, just sitting here, hiding the tears on her face.
Under deck Rosie sits in a corner pouting. "Stupid ship. I want my stuff back. I want my fiddle."
Grok hears that and approaches Rosie coming far to close for Rosie to be comfortable with. "Ye know what ye little runt? Yer stuff belongs ta the captain now. But for a price ye can have it back."
Knowing that Rosie has no money she turns back to the center where everyone is waiting if Noonan will accept the challenge.
Jarrus waits till last before leaving. Then notices Estelle moving. He gives her a moment to compose herself and curses himself under his breath. "Yer getting soft Jarrus."
Then walks over to her while she's hunched over, looks around to make sure no ones listening and extends his hand. "Aye. A boat like this, gonna take more than one ta take it from that bastard." he whispers
Besmara then decides to go to the bilge once more. As she has no light source and wouldn't dare to use one out of fear to be found there it is more a fumbling around in the dark.
Estelle looks up at Jarrus, winking at his comments. She then stands up and motions for him to follow her below deck.
Once she thinks no one is around, "Aye yer right, I saw some cargo floatin' round down in the bilge, I'mma gonna check it out."
With that she head down to the bilge.
As she hears someone come down Besmara moves to the hull planks and hides behind a crate.
As everyone leaves, Trytton makes his way to deck, and stands leaning over the rails.
He tries to judge the speed of the boat and looks for any handholds down the side of the ship.
He also keeps an eye if anyone is paying him attention.
Jurrus nods goes with Estelle acts as a lookout for her while she checks the bilge.
Estelle will begin to search around in the boxes, looking at the bottom of the manacles as well for anything that someone may have dropped.
When the crew finishes watching the arm wrestling Lito breaks into a story to entertain the crew.
He spins a tale about this Crazy pirate Halfling "Salman" who was arrested for brawling in a bar, but ends up tricking the town's priest into switching places with him in in his cell, swindling the Jailer out of his sword and pants, and finally sailing away with the mayor's daughter as well as his pleasure boat.
Noonan glares at his challenger. Yea, me wrestle. For fiddle.
Noonan flexes his muscles and sits down on opposite the half-orc. Must add Jape to probably kill list.
"Here's da coin. Don't lose or ye owe me one." Grok says to Noonan.
Estelle will call it quits after she finds the coins, she will move over to the bilge and move it a few times pretending like she was making sure it still worked.
After that she will move back up to find out where she is to sleep, walking in on the arm wrestling contest, Estelle rolls her shoulders and a keen look comes to her eyes.
As there is obviously more to find Besmara continues her search once the other person - who ever that was - is gone again.
Jarrus follows Estelle back on her way out. "Find anythin' worthwhile?" He asks.
Then when they walk in to the arm wrestling he looks her up and down and then back to the others. "Betcha could take either one. I'd drop a wager on ye."
Then walks forward and says loudly "Winner takes on Estelle!" and motions to her with a wink.
Trytton grabs a coil of rope off the deck and knots one end around the railing. He ties a few knots along the length to help him climb back up. He then tosses the other end overboard. Trytton strips and then climbs onto the railing before diving into the ocean.
He makes sure to stay near the side of the boat where he tossed the rope over to make sure he doesn't loose the boat in the dark.
Trytton swims with an ease beyond that which his physique would indicate. He dives below the water and does his best to inspect the bottom of the boat for anything of interest, by feel, before moving back to his rope, and climbing aboard again.
He quickly dries himself and then redresses before heading below deck.
Besmara jumps with joy. A cool axe and even some coins. But she doesn't want to push her luck. She leaves the heavy mace and the buckler in one of the boxes and hides the axe and the coins in her clothes. She then climbs back up and mingles with the other pirates observing who might be nice or at least not a complete douche.
Stepping into the competition Trytton looks around for the lady he saw heal the unconscious woman.
Spotting her he walks over to her, and taps her on the shoulder.
He smiles at her with a pleading look, and turns around to show her his torn shirt, and the welts on his back.
Sandara looks at him. She gets up and leaves the room waiting behind the next corner.
Trytton follows her around the corner
"You're a mute?" Sandara asks Trytton.
Trytton shakes his head indicating a no but not talking
"Then why are you not talking?" Sandara asks but realizes that without talking she will not get an answer on that. She puts her hand on his shoulder and holds up her jolly roger flag. Speaking a word a golden light flares up.
As Lito starts spinning his tale Besmara changes her seat to a position where she can look him into the eyes and listens carefully with a smile on her face.
"Thank you. I just don't like talking. Could you help me with something else?" Trytton asks, obviously uncomfortable talking
"What is it?" Sandara asks.
Noonan grunts and plucks the glass out.
"I need some coin to place a bet." Trytton explains
"They robbed me just as they robbed you. I don't have coins." Sandara replies.
"Okay." Trytton says looking dejected, he looks off over his shoulder, obviously thinking, "I need to place a bet. Do you think I could bet duties in exchange for gold?"
Now Sandara's expression changes to annoyed "How should I know? I'm here no longer than you are." She moves past him back into the common room shaking her head. What a strange man.
"Now ye owe me one. Me preferred currency is alcohol. And not that brush cleaner they serve every evening. Get me some and we're square." Grok tells with a stern look at Noonan.
"That is why I don't like talking." Trytton says to himself before making his way back into the main area.
He waits for a quiet moment before visibly preparing himself, "I bet I can drink more than anyone else in here."
Grok turns around "What are ye going ta bet?"
"I have no coin, but if someone will sponsor me you can take a third of my winnings."
"Ye're the cooks mate. Ye steal me a bottle of the officers wine and I'll give ye da coin." Grok offers.
Noonan sighs and wonders where he will get booze.
Sqwak! Ask da cook?
Noonan looks around for Trytton and ambles over. Hey. You work with cook, maybee find good wine? Me help you do duties?
"How much coin?"
"Three gold." Grok offers.