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Jack nods at Dieredon and replies, "Well den, lets be about it."
Unless somebody objects, Jack uses some of the split blood to make the crew look worse than they where. Obviously some of this would wash off on the way back, but if they rested here a bit, enough would dry and clot to make his point on their return. All that would be needed aboard the ship was a few winces and limps, nothing too much, rather as if they were putting a brave face on it.
Grizzle barely has to act, him being so shocked from his sudden dip in the water, he goes around with a dazed look anyway.
Treggor refuses the blood. "I'll be managing meself, Mister Jack."
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Dieredon spread so blood on his recent wounds.
Treggor approaches Dierdon and speaks in a low voice.
"Am I ta understand correctly that these sea monsters be of a poisonous constitution? If that be the case, Mr chef, ye'll be needin ta be right delicate in yer removal of the same. And if ye should happen ta salvage any such foul humors, t'would be wise ta dispose of them proper, if ye understand me. A thing such as that could be a real danger on the wrong blade, ya see."
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Aye, savy...
Shikyo just manages to swim back, his wounds making the exertion difficult.
Dieredon struggles, but nonetheless makes it back, appearing as beaten and injured as possible.
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Alfonso manages to drag himself to the ship, but swallowed quite a bit of sea water in the process.
Jack does his best to haul their prize with him, back to the boat. Being ever so slightly foolhardy, Jack tried to swim back with two crab-pots at the same time. He would have taken all four but he only had two hands...
Swimming that way was not easy, and Jack started to get dragged under by the weight. That just made him kick all the harder, he came into the world kicking and screaming and he figured that's they way he'd probably leave it.
Eventually he manhandles the posts back to the boat, grinning like a loon.
Grizzle dutifully kicks his way back to the boat on his barrel.
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The Press-ganged make it back to the ship. With only Alfonso seriously tiring himself out. They are greeted by some of the crew.
Jack makes a show of helping Shikyo up the netting, with his arm around him as if he'd been sorely wounded. In an uncharacteristically foul temper, he snaps at the nearest sailor, "By Calistras t**s tha' were a rum do! Gods where dey tryin' ta kill us? Daggers his nibs says... Daggers indeed! Next time we need proper weapons... If dey wan' us ta fight overgrown lobsters with claws tha size o' a man, we need frickkin spears! Only good ting is chow's up! Rekon we have a feast here!" He shows off a large chunk of Reefclaw, and the lobsters.
I am barely able after that fight, but I guess you will want me to take this catch down to Fishguts for preparing?
Shikyo grunts and overfavors his left side, better to draw his enemy into a Spinning Eagle Strike.
Treggor has no wounds and makes no show of any. He simply and quietly carries out his duty, seeing the crabs and reefclaws to the kitchen.
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Grizzle, covered in blood, staggers around, collapsing from the shock of being submerged in water.
Alfonso bleats melodramatically about the bloodstains in his clothes, but the drag in his gait is quite genuine.
"What's all the commotion then?" Captain Harrigan bellows as he makes his way towards the Press-ganged. He spots the wounds on all of you, but before he can look into it too deeply he sees the reefclaws and cackles joyously.
"Well, look at these fine lads, bleeding for me supper. Reefclaw, ha! A fine meal tonight. A fine meal. You boys head on over to Cutthroat Grok, and tell 'er the Cap'n said you could have your gear back. And take the rest of the day off."
The captain practically skips away.
Jack shuffles into Grok's and reclaims his rapier and battered studded leathers. He flashes a smile as he leaves, "Thankee Ma'am!"
Chances where the opposition might think twice about hitting now they where properly armed and armored. At least for tonight, tomorrow was another day...
Grizzle stumbles over, and gratefully straps his cutlasses onto his belt, reassured by the feel of the metal in his hands.
Dieredon is so relieved to get his bow back. The confidence it brings him is unmatched.
So, Grok, what do you want for the fiddle you have back there?
Treggor takes custody of his belongings and notes the old leathers.
"Say, Grok, I think I be different man now than he that was fond ah this leather. I wonder if ye might take it in exchange fer a proper lock, fer me locker."
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So, Grok, what do you want for the fiddle you have back there?
Grok thinks it over for a moment before she simply hands the fiddle, case and all, to Dieredon.
"You done a good thing for me pal, Fishguts. He's almost back to his old self. Take it as a gift. I'll cover the cost of it out of me own wages."
Treggor takes custody of his belongings and notes the old leathers.
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"Hmm. I can offer you 5 gold measures for the leathers. But the lock would be 10. To square it, give me 5 gold and the leathers, and the lock is yours."
Dieredon nods at Grok.
Thanks, and I will try to keep Fishguts there.
Dieredon takes the fiddle and hands it to Treggor.
You were wanting this for Rosie, right. Let her know I we got it for her.
Jack regards the fiddle as Grok hands it over and remarks, "Tis a fine thing. I rekon she'll be tickled pink." He winks at Dieredon and saunters out. If it had been a town, no doubt Jack would be looking for trouble. But they where on the ship, and it paid to mind your p's and q's with so many around, so Jack simply watched the swell of the sea as he waited for the other press ganged to conclude their business.
Terror hands over the gold with a greedy smile.
"Yer dealings be fair in my sight, Grok."
He takes the fiddle and locks it away in his trunk for later delivery.
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The Press-ganged spend the rest of their day getting some rest.
Dinner comes, and it's a relatively simple affair of fish stew again, although, it still is a better overall quality than Fishguts first put out. The Press-ganged discovered that the crab and reefclaw all went to the Captain and his officers who are eating like kings this night.
Dieredon raises his glass and downs his rum ration before heading off for a well-needed night's rest.
Alfonso drinks the rum to take the edge off of his sore muscles, then heads straight to bed.
With his hunger sated, and his belongings returned to him. Shikyo stays up and tends to his parrot for a while before turning down.
Grizzle drinks his rum, and totters off to bed, singing bad sailor songs.
Trevor looks for Alfonso to give him the fiddle for delivery to Cusswell. However, unable to find him, he assumes the half-drowned half-elf turned in early.
He takes the instrument himself and delivers it to the half-sized woman. "Say, Rosie, how about playin a cheery tune for the crew?" He says, presenting the instrument with a rotten-toothed smile.
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Jack watches Rosie play and after listening to a few songs, he adds his voice to the tune she's playing!
"What shall we do with tha drunken sailor?
What shall we do with tha drunken sailor?
What shall we do with tha drunken sailor?
Earlai in tha mornin'?
Put him in tha long boat 'til he's sober
Put him in tha long boat 'til he's sober
Put him in tha long boat 'til he's sober
Earlai in tha mornin'!
Way-hay n' up she rises
Way-hay n' up she rises
Way-hay n' up she rises
Earlai in tha mornin'!"
Rosie squeals in delight and hugs Treggor. She then tunes her fiddle like a seasoned professional, and very soon is playing a lively and familiar tune. Mad Jack can't resist tossing in the lyrics with his his rich baritone. The song is infectious and some of the other crew pick it up as well.
Feeling in a good mood, Treggor grabs Badger and gets her to dance a lively jig with him.
[ooc]Rosie is officially an ally. And Treggor and Mad Jack get advantage on Charisma checks with crew members who aren't hostile to them tomorrow.
Dieredon spends his free moments dicing with his shipmates.
Grizzle spends his days exploring the ship, trying to learn more about it. He focuses on the galley and the bilges.
At night, he sings old sailor songs to the crew in a warbling voice.