Argyri thinks back to her back to her pirate youth and does her best to allay any suspicions as they approach.
"Hey, maties. Give us a hand here, eh?"
In a gravelly low voice Badger calls out, "Drop us a line, don't leave us here with our wood in our hands."
"Yeah, the boss is in a foul mood tonight. Let's not make him wait."
Following a tense few seconds after Drusilla is prevented from attacking and Argyri's first parlay was met with silence, the rope ladder is kicked over the side of the ship with it's end splashing into tossing sea.
Argyri steels herself–You can do this!–and then starts to climb.
Drusilla works her fingers and her muscles and winces. She would hope her old injuries not impede her.
Argyri, Blacklock, and Kwin get on deck when the two smugglers realize, "hey, who are you guys?"
Drusilla is climbing on the rope ladder. Badger and Tarn wait their turn with the two guards in the jolly boat with oars.
"Sanbalet hired us a week or so back. His old gang was unreliable. One ran off and something about an old drunk picking fights with the bugbear."
The two smugglers look at themselves at the remarks. Even if they believe them, it's too much. They need to summon the captain to handle this situation.
Argyri, Blacklock, and Kwin get on deck
Drusilla is climbing on the rope ladder.
Badger and Tarn wait their turn with the two guards in the jolly boat with oars.
Kwin looks at Blacklock and admonishes him in a hushed tone "Not too loud. Sounds carries far over the water. We don't want to alert the town."
Then Kwin asks one, still in a hushed tone, "Do we get help loading or not?"
The two smugglers are about a RL day from raising the alarm on the ship unless you do something to stop them. While they may believe your Deception, they must report any major deviation to the normal plan... which your deception would be.
Argyri, Blacklock, and Kwin are on deck with the two smugglers. Drusilla is climbing the rope ladder. Badger and Tarn are waiting their turn on the ladder with the two guards and currently do NOT have line of sight to the two smugglers.
If you do not want to try to subdue them with your initiative, they will raise the alarm of the ship.
Tarn was waiting his turn at the ladder. He didn't want to ruin what was going on, so he waited for some sort of signal that he should attack, or climb up, or...well...to do something. He knew he was their beloved leader and all, but he didn't quite know what to do and he trusted their judgmenet.
Kwin draws his sword and plunges it into the nearest pirate.
Two handed swing, to hit . Damage .
Badger moves up the ladder as fast as he can.
To their surprise, Kwin draws his sword and plunges it into the nearest pirate.
Blacklock leaped into the fray, trying to take them down quickly and quietly...
And just like that, they've boarded the Sea Ghost
”Well done! That was right professional it was.” Tarn said as he climbed up.
You're finally all aboard the Sea Ghost nice and quiet like. The two guards in the boat clutch the rope ladder, in case you to getaway.
You stand on the main deck with a stowed jolly boat and wooden grill covering the hold. There are steps to the forecastle and aft to the poop deck. You don't notice anyone up there or the crow's nest atop the main mast. There are seven closed doors: four aft and three forward.
There's a lantern mounted to the mast shedding light across the deck dispelling the darkness of the new moon.
Argyri suspects two of the four doors aft go to the captain's and officer's quarters. The other two doors aft go downward to the quarterdeck. At least one of the doors forward go down to the quarterdeck. There are probably a galley and stores under the forecastle. Considering this is a smuggler's ship, there is probably a secret hold to avoid port customs.
Blacklock finds the lantern is easily carried and has a magical flame.
The smugglers wear pants, a vest, and not anything else. Like they could go swimming without removing anything. And they do not carry any keys or coins.
Badger looks at the fallen smugglers.
He takes a bit of rope and binds the hands of the smugglers and cuts a bit of fabric from their vest to serve as a gag.
The two smugglers are trussed up. The starlight and slight breeze would be pretty if you weren't readying to take the ship. Your calm before your storm.
You stand on the main deck with a stowed jolly boat and wooden grill covering the hold. There are steps to the forecastle and aft to the poop deck. You don't notice anyone up there or the crow's nest atop the main mast. There are seven closed doors: four aft and three forward.
"We should head to the Aft, see what those doors hold before going to the fore and then below. Better to clear the top most decks before heading down only to walk back up into an ambush" Drusilla suggests as she slowly draws her scimitar.
"Just a precaution" She says as the wizard looks about ship to try and see if she can discern basic possible lay out for were these doors go
"Right, makes sense to me. Do this step by step and then we can enjoy this nice weather and the loot." Tarn said.
Argyri nods to the plan. "I suspect I've of these may be the Captain's and officer's quarters. Wouldn't mind surprising them before they get wind of us."
"Captain with a dagger to his throat might order his men to stand down."
"Yes I do not want to scuttle the ship. I have a spell that would definitely destroy the hull. Spew forth some highly corrosive acid to burn holes in the bottom and let it sink. At least that is a contingency of mine"Drusilla says her hand going to one of her pockets.
A single bunk, made up with bed linen, has its head against the bulkhead running along the centerline of the ship next to a wooden partition squaring off the corner near the main deck.
A human figure sits with its back to you at a writing desk which is set against the hull toward the stern; it has a drawer on each side and three trays on the top. Beside the desk is a wooden, brass-bound chest.
Against the hull on the starboard side is a padded leather couch. In front of it, a bearskin rug lies on the deck, while beneath the couch can be seen a large metal box. An lit hooded lantern hangs from the ceiling.
Argyri nods, mouthing Knock him out.
She holds up fingers–three...two...one!–and then leaps in, theatrically, and attempts to clobber him over the head with the pummel of her rapier and dagger.
This cabin is clean, and its furniture in good repair. A single bunk, made up with bed linen, has its head against the bulkhead running along the centerline of the ship next to a wooden partition squaring off the corner near the main deck.
A human figure sits with its back to you at a writing desk which is set against the hull toward the stern; it has a drawer on each side and three trays on the top. Beside the desk is a wooden, brass-bound chest. Against the hull on the starboard side is a padded leather couch. In front of it, a bearskin rug lies on the deck, while beneath the couch can be seen a large metal box. An lit hooded lantern hangs from the ceiling.
Argyri clobbers him over the head with the pummel of her rapier.
Blacklock charges in, putting an arm around the smugglers neck and lifting up off the ground, punching him hard in the spine...
Badger grabs the bear skin rug and throws it over the man's face, pulling on it to hold it over his eyes giving his allies a shot at getting in good shots.
Drusilla will shut and lock the door when everyone enters. If need be she is ready to strike be it the Captian or any crew coming in.