Stitch, visibly downtrodden from failing to find Alitia, goes to check on the Cannith and further tend to their wounds. Then finally goes to look for Blacklock.
"Can you fly this ship? I'm worried about the people in the sea. There's no land anywhere, they're just...swimming."
Stitch touches Blacklocks shoulder and with a quiet prayer casts Guidance.
Tharivol looks at Blacklock and hesitates a moment.
Wolfgang slams in the door. Normally, an airship's door of good quality would not give this strategy the time of day, as the concussive energy would just bounce on it. But in this case, this door seems to be of a lesser quality, which is perhaps strange, but fits with the rest of the ship being surprisingly spartan in decorations, giving you the sense that this is not a 'finished' ship. As such, Wolfgang feels like the door is giving, albeit slowly.
Blacklock returns to the panel and speaks to it. For a moment, nothing seems to happen, though Blacklock can feel subtle shifts in the flow of magic around him. After a pause, the 'eye' blinks and turns from red to yellow, then says: "Faulty eldritch flow pattern zeta-three, unable to attune to engine."
Stitch gives Blacklock divine support.
"Well, actually, I am mostly made of silver and Litae wood, and am somewhat buoyant. I won't rust. Though I do need cleaning and polishing to look my best," Stitch scratches at a bit of drying blood splatter on the silver plating. "I um--what would you like me to do now? Should I keep watch? Do you need help here? Oh, I'm probably distracting you," Stitch stops talking and takes a step back from Blacklock, giving him room to work.
After hesitating a brief moment, Tharivol replies loudly for the whole crew to hear, "I dispatched the Purple Peril! These Cannith's live, because of my actions. They should come help clear the deck. Stitch will save their friends who can be saved. And those that cannot be saved will not need their valuables."
The dragonmarked elf turns getting closer to the Canniths and standing on something like a stage. "That's it, now. Enough moping. We were struck by a Purple Storm, you and us. My companions and I were lied to and contracted to crew for the Purple Pirate when he was impersonating a Professor from the University. Only when we spotted your craft did he reveal his true intentions. And, we were given the opportunity to jump from his airship without a magicked falling token, as opposed to participate in taking your craft."
"Now, the Purple Fish Eater has received his reward for his cowardly behavior, and we have received ours: life. Now, join us! We are far from civilization. Tell us your story, and help us bring this airship alive. I've a gig in a couple of days, and I shan't be late."
He tries to identify the captain and other officers, so he can loot him of valuables.
Wolfgang keeps at it and the door feels like it will give soon, but not yet.
Meanwhile, Blacklock and Stitch stand in front of a panel and discuss with it... the panel replies, it's light yellow: "This entity oversees the elemental engines and interfaces with the pilot. At this time, I feel no connection with the elemental though."
Tharivol speaks to the Cannith, which seems unconvinced. One of them steps forth and replies: "You're looting the dead. Pirates loot the dead. Which are you?"
Tharivol's smile creases to a thin line and replies to the Cannith, "Looting the dead? Wake up! Do you know who I am? I'm Tharivol Galanodel d'Phiarlan! And I just saved our lives."
"I'm collecting valuables for the living. Some will be my share for my actions. The same as when I entertain a room."
"Now, what are you doing? Besides insulting me, I don't see you contributing to our situation here. Get up and do something. Help Stitch with the living. Help me with the dead. Help Blacklock with the controls. Help Wolfgang inventory your cargo. JUST DO SOMETHING productive! Otherwise, go swimming with the pirates. Whining annoys me."
Blacklock, the control panel takes a moment then says: "This information requires authorization. Please provide level 1 access code."
During this conversation, Tharivol walks up to the Canniths and explains himself. They lower their eyes, nod: "Aye! Yes! Let's see what we can find below deck." says one of the three survivors and they climb down the wide ladder leading to the hull of the airship.
Stitch will aid Blacklock to grant advantage.
Blacklock and Stitch spread out and start figuring out how energy and commands flow between the control panel and the engine. It takes a bit of time, as most things are not in plain sight. However, they realize this ship is not as well built as regular airships. Panels, latches, all are easier to open or break. Finally, they seem to have located a cable that has been detached. Blacklock can sense energy accumulated at the end of the cable.
Finally, Wolfgang's efforts pay off and the door blows open. Obvious to see from the entrance is a large soarwood table covered, some would say littered, with maps, navigation and writing instruments, and a small book note. Beyond, you see a small bed and a small bolted chest.
But then you see the three Canniths emerge from the hull and make a run for the gunwale, with the obvious intent of jumping overboard. They're carrying some kind of orange sphere covered with handles and marked with a white glyph roughly meaning "Emergency use only."
"Whoa-" Stitch mutters, starting to say more but being interrupted by the commotion.
The warforged doctor will run after the fleeing crew, not sure what else to do.