Trytton heads to the galley to work with Fishguts again.
Estelle sees that she was ignored by Mr. Plugg.
She moves sort of in front of him to get his attention, not speaking but making her presence known.
Fishguts sits down with with Trytton and a mug of rum. He tells how miserable hsi life is and that it's only bearable when drunk. And he complains about the ship. "It’s poison, this ship, but don’t let anyone hear you say it aloud. The hull listens, see, and the cap’n hears it all. Poison the Wormwood is, though, rotten to the core. You’ll not meet a more nasty, sour piece of work than Cap’n Harrigan in all your days at sea, and his crew’s the same, ’specially the first mate, Mr. Plugg. Vicious little sod, he is. He’d take his own mother’s liver to the butcher to make pies with, he would. But they leave me alone, mostly. They know I can’t ’arm ’em." He furhter talks and drinks himself into a stupor.
Mr. Plugg looks at Estelle "Don't stand around. Get yer sorry arse to the bilge."
Trytton spends his time drinking his rum, clean as it were. Listening to the stories.
When Fishguts says he cant harm them he asks "Why?
"That lad, is none of yer business. But have ye noticed ma bird here. Ye know sometimes he talks ta me. This cock is better than a parrot." He pats the bird sitting on his shoulder.
"What does he say?" Trytton asks
"Mostly he boasts what he's doin' with ma chicken." Fishguts laughs.
Trytton laughs softly at the joke, "Can I get you a refill?" he asks, standing and pouring a new mug for Fishguts
"Yeah. Fill it but not with that shit. Get a good bottle from that cupboard!" Fishguts demands. Checking in the cupboard you find two bottles of fine wine that is for the officers only.
Estelle over works clearing out the bilges, since there are less people and they have to work harder. She is beat and once the day is over she retreats to bed.
"Is that really a good idea? If there are only the two bottles they will notice I am sure." Trytton asks, trying to find out if there are more bottles
"I don't care. Grok has more for sure." Fishguts replies.
Trytton nods and fetches a new mug, opening one of the bottles he pours it into the mug for Fishguts.
"If everyone on this boat is so bad, why don't you try leave?"
Fishguts has had enough rum to not care and tells "I lost ma life in a bet to the Captain." He takes another swig from the mug. "Why don't YE leave?" he chuckles.
As the jobs are appointed Besmara ruffles Lito's hair. "Afraid of a little action. Are ye?" she asks.
Lito leans over and whispers to Besmara before heading off to work:
No. I was trying to figure out who set them on us. Most of the crew seem too stupid to think that far ahead. But All the officers are too good at lying for me to tell much.
"I love the sea." Trytton says, however it is obvious he is hiding something
"Handsome AND smart." Besmara smiles leaning in to Lito. "As it seems ye're no coward at all. I think I like ye!"
After telling some more stories of his former life where he were a famous cook in Prot Peril and the fastest eater in the whole Shackles he nods off, snoring loudly. After an hour or two he starts waking up noisily again but is in no condition to accomplish anything.
While Fishguts is out cold Trytton decants the full bottle of wine and the open one into two rum bottles and leaves the empty wine bottles on the table, so as to make it look like Fishguts drunk them while drunk.
He then is off to find Grok to pay of his and Noonan's debt.
Grok is in the quartermaster’s store at this time of day and has the serving hatch open. As she sees Trytton her eyes brighten. "Ye have me drink?
Trytton nods, "And Noonan's." He says handing over the booze.
"What do you have to sell?"
"What can ye pay for?" Grok asks back while ogling the bottles in her hand licking her lips.
"I need a coil of rope." Trytton says, "How much would that cost me?"
Noonan works on the ropes.
Noonan climbs around like a pro.
Hmmm..We might have to make friends. But who..hmm..That woman Slippery Syl looks good. Maybee I put on the charm? Ask her to breed?
Noonan is so lost in his daydreams of red hot passion that he ends up botching the ropes.
"Rope costs ye one gold." Grok answers. Se puts the bottles away and takes a coil of rope from a hook putting it on the counter.
Trytton hands over a coin, "If I can get you more booze, how much will you pay?"
"Five gold a bottle." Grok replies with a happy grin in her face.
"Deal." Trytton says with a nod.
"How did you become quartermaster?"
"I'm no good fer nuthin' else." Grok replies with a chuckle.
Jarrus moving along, mop in hand, nacks into Sandara "Oh aye. I remember ye. Aside from cleanin the decks, are ye doin' okey? Ya got hot pretty hard yesterday." He says, then when any officers or crew walk past he carries on mopping the floor.
"Given some time I can take care of myself pretty well." Sandara replies.
"How long you been on the boat?"
"Of that I have no doubt." He says, clearly impressed. "So, I don't know 'bout ye, but I don' much like the management on this 'ere boat." He says matter of factly, looking aronund making sure no one but Sandara hears him.
Estelle attempts to help Tibbs and Bracket out while in the bilge, doing the lions share of the work.
"If ones of yous twos can tend to the wounded over theres" Estelle motions with her head "Hows bouts ye dos that. I got this, save yerselves for other things."
Noonan unties himself from the crazy knots. Bring her rum and food. Good gifts. Tell her to eat and get strong. Then breeding?
Pluck rolls his eyes. Regular romantic you are. SQWAK!
Estelle will look around the bilge but will not actually move anything since that will make it obvious.
Lito makes sure that he is good with Besmara before moving on to his task.
Pest control again. Ayyy, I can do this one.
He does what he can to catch the rats in this place, while also making sure to note all the major sections on the ship.
While making his rounds, Lito comes across Jack Skimshaw who is working on a particularly tangled Rope. Seeing that he is struggling, Lito takes a little time out of his task to attempt to help him and strike up a conversation.
Jarrus nods to Sandara and smiles before his deck mopping takes him to the other side of the deck. Eyes always darting around taking note of who's who, always keeping an eye on the My Plugg and Scourge specifically. He ponders the best way to take the ship. Thinking that pretty much is the only way he can get through this. While looking at one of them someone else gets in his eye line and thinks he's looking at them. Barefoot Samms Toppin by name. When he notices her noticing him "noticing her" he stammers a little.
"Wha.. er, aye. G'day ta ya. Well as good as can be 'spected considerin. Yer Samms Toppin yes?" he says and continues mopping the floor while he talks.
"Jus' makin conversation. I been a skipper b'fore an found it's easier ta deal when ya got friends. Which turns out it c'n also be a big 'elp when gettin cornered by some o' the higher ups who dish out beatin's so regular. Name's Jarrus." He says as he pauses for a moment before continuing his daily work.
"Yay mop duty again." Sandara states.
Looking at the bucket and brush Besmara replies "Compared to the bilge it's almost like a vacation."
"I noticed ye're the nice type. And ye do magic. How comes?"
Sandara looks at that sassy bully. "I noticed ye're not. The nice type I mean."
Estelle notices that her attempts at being nice are met with confusion and resentment. She continues to use the bilge pump and ignore the rest of the people down stairs. When she switches off she looks at the prisoners in chains then through the boxes as well.