"So who will take me on for 3 gold a piece?" Trytton asks the room at large
Grok puts down three coins and fills three mugs "Ta the bottom of the sea with ye."
Trytton asks his two competitors, "So how do we do this? Do you two just try keep up with me?" Trytton says downing his mug
Trytton downs 3 more mugs happy as can be, watching the other two getting more and more drunk, with no ill effect himself.
On his fifth mug he seems to get a bit drunker
He then proceeds to down another 3 in quick succession
The punch hurts Trytton who takes it before stepping away and entering a defensive posture.
"Tell me how I cheated? You saw me drink."
Estelle watches everything unfold and her arm wrestling competitor die from drinking to much pig swill.
"Anyone up for some arm wrestling? I will bet me duties till I gets me some gold."
"No one likes sore losers!" Besmara shouts and throws a mug at the dwarf.
Lito moves over against the wall and slides near Rosie.
Do we just need to stay out of the way, or do we need to clear out due to that?
He nods at the fight that is starting.
Which in turn leads to Conchobhar punching Besmara "Are you crazy?"
Besmara tries to evade that and falls into Estelle.
Trytton goes to collect his winnings and leaves the room as quickly as possible knowing that he is very close to passing out himself
Noonan follows Trytton, needing some booze to pay back Grok.
Estelle falls back in to Grok, turning to see the half-orc woman and pushing her back into the wall.
Lito decides to skip listening to Rosie and follows Noonsn out, pausing only to grab one of the half spilled mugs. Then he quickly leaves the hold and heads to where he believes his bunk is. When he thinks he isn't observed he casts Prestidigitation then tries to see if he can use it to quickly dry up the rum without dropping it on the ground or leaving a trail. While also pretending to drink it.
Damn it, work. Another couple days of this will kill me if I don't figure something out fast. I can still feel that last drink.
Hey. Noonan follows Trytton.Would you help me get booze for Grok? Owe her a gold. Help you with duties?
Trytton turns to Noonan, and thinks for a moment before nodding his head.
He hated all that talking but it was necessary. He didn't expect someone to drink until they died, that rattled him.
Trytton walks over to the railing on deck and looks out across the sea.
Watching the waves, whether from above or below has always helped relax him.
Noonan nods back and points to himself.Noonan. He then points to the parrot.Pluck. He looks over the waters in silence, seems he might be a man of few words just like Trytton. Because he doesn't like talking or knows few words is unclear.
Once it looks like the commotion inside is over, Trytton heads back below to find the lady who healed him.
Finding her out cold he decides to wait to give her some coin for helping him.
Noonan will head to bed, trying to think of ways to get money and not get to far into debt.
As one of the scumbags swings a bottle at Rosie Besmara grabs her at the collar and pulls her back. "Careful small one, that filthy bilge rat wants ta dent yer head."
Rosie doesn't like to be called small as if her size was defining her. But she even likes less to be hit on the head with a bottle. "We girls have ta stand together!" she replies and uses the big, mouthy one as cover.
Sandara tries to stay out of the brawl and only pushes those away that fall in her direction but she misses one too many and gets knocked out from a hard fist to the temple.
Grok stands there with a mug in hand grinning "Dat's a party as I like dem."
During the Brawl, Jarrus grabbed a tankard off a nearby barrel and right hooked a crewman who was charging right at him.
As the brawl dies down, Jarrus, being one of the last few standing heads topside to enjoy the evening breeze and the thrill of the fight.
After an hour or two if uneventful, he will head down to sleep and prepare for whatever happens tomorrow.
As half the crew lies on the floor Besmara decides to leave too. "Wanna come for some fresh air?" she asks Rosie and heads out. On her way out she stumbles, almost falling on Jabe.
While pushing herself back up Jabe's dagger disappears in Besmara's sleeve
Lito heads to sleep wondering what special "treats" tomorrow has in store.
Head down and eyes open. Exploit the cracks, that's the only way to come out on top here.
She grins at Fipps Cumblett, moving in to attack him.
Estelle fakes a punch and lashes out at his legs.
Trytton figures he is in for a serious rough time.
He steps back away from the man who push him and stands as non confrontation ally as possible
No armor or weapons, this could get ugly fast. Have to wait for my chance.. Now!
Seeing his chance with in if the bullies Flat on his back. Lito tries to dive over him and scamper the rest of the way onto deck.
Besmara despises cowards. Afraid his hair gets ruffled? she thinks as Lito takes a run. "Ye din't learn ye lesson yesterday, did ya?"
With two hard punches into the kidneys she teaches Sy a lesson.
Seeing both Sy and Maheem both take swipes at Estelle and then Besmara throwing down with Sy and doing a good job too, Jarrus looks and sees Tam and grins. Then unexpectedly, with s flick of his wrist, Jarrus pulls off one of his belts grabs it in his hand and flicks it out, buckle first into Tam's bearded face in an attempt to blind the dwarf temorarily.
I'm going to pay for running, either with the new group or if the old pirates think I'm scared, but this is too good of a chance to see who is pulling the strings.
On deck Lito carefully looks at all the officers to see if he can determine who is surprised to see him or gives any indication they put the bullies up to torturing the new recruited.
Estelle, wipes the blood from her mouth, flinging it to the floor. She smiles large at the man and launches a vicious assault on him.
As only almost everyone arrives in time Mr. Plugg shouts
Noonan looks at the pirates in front of him and gets really riled. First day here on the new job and these ones are trying to make him look bad! No money, bad rum, and now he could be late! A single word formed in his head that let others know exactly how he felt as he swung at Maheem. Nuts!
Plucks flapped into the air, the ancient battle hymns of his people flowing through his head as he swings through the air to zoom over Fipps and the bomb bay doors open
SPLAT!
Master Scourge points out a handful of the crew and heads down to get the missing ones. As he finds his guys knocked out he is pissed. hey drag Tam, Sy and Jape up on deck.
"Sleeping on da job? Put them in shackles. Bloody hour will take longer today. And ye have ta work harder that these sleezebags can sleep on."
Mr. Plugg hands out the jobs for the day. "Now get ta work ye vermin ridden bilge rats."
As the jobs are appointed Besmara ruffles Lito's hair. "Afraid of a little action. Are ye?" she asks.
Estelle Limbers up a little, stretching out some sore muscles and shaking her head. She moves up towards Mr. Plugg awaiting silently her commands on who she is delivering messages too.
"Yay mop duty again." Sandara states.