Aye, I can be lend'n a shoulder ta lean on. Or an arm to strike them down. If I end up under tha cat that is a risk I'll ave ta take
Seadreamer gets to his feet, and offers a shoulder for Katara to lean on, while he heads for the bunk area.
"Nah, Mate, I see you clear enough. You seemed to be avoiding acknowledging I was even here, so I figured I would provide you the courtesy of ignoring you back. Just trying to give you what you seem to want."
"And names grow and carry weight the wearer never gave them. Knowing how people respond to names that swell like that isn't rookie-ish, or however you want to say it. Pretending that names don't grow to be larger than the person they are tied to, though, that's a mistake. It gives the person using the name an advantage. Take what advantage you can get, and build it as large as you can, and things will go easier later, normally.
Crossing his arms, "Nope, you still don't get it do you, rookie?" he asks rhetorically, shaking his head. "Ah well, one day you'll figure it out. But hey, if that's what works in YOUR mind then go for it, buddy. Let me know how that works out for you. I'm calling it a night." Joran then prepares to leave and turn in for the night.
"Besides simply being home, Quent is the best port in The Shackles! Largest, calmest, protected bay. Lots of real, long-term businesses set up to cover trade and disposal of booty. Yeah, Port Peril's bigger, but that is about the only advantage it can claim over Quent. Quent is ruled by one of the most powerful Pirate Lords in The Shackles, Tessa Fairwind. Maybe you've heard of her? Red-haired, green-eyed half-elven beauty equally famous for her fun-loving ways and her ability to destroy those who challenge her?" With absolutely zero subtlety, Terry shakes his head, waving his red hair, and tries to lock his green eyes with your own while he discusses Tessa . . ..
Catching what the half-elf is saying to Destinie just as he's about to head out of the room, an incredulous look forms as he raises an eyebrow at the ego-minded half-elf. Rolling his eyes, Seriously? Is this guy serious? I swear, he's so far up his own butt he can't see anything but himself. We should really take this outside and just hold onto him and then we could all just float out of here with that inflatable head of his. And no, I've never heard of Tessa Fairwind. I'm actually willing to be that's someone you made up for some insane reason. Shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the half-elf as he takes his leave, Weirdo. The barbarian then walks out and heads to his lowly quarters.
"Besides simply being home, Quent is the best port in The Shackles! Largest, calmest, protected bay. Lots of real, long-term businesses set up to cover trade and disposal of booty. Yeah, Port Peril's bigger, but that is about the only advantage it can claim over Quent. Quent is ruled by one of the most powerful Pirate Lords in The Shackles, Tessa Fairwind. Maybe you've heard of her? Red-haired, green-eyed half-elven beauty equally famous for her fun-loving ways and her ability to destroy those who challenge her?" With absolutely zero subtlety, Terry shakes his head, waving his red hair, and tries to lock his green eyes with your own while he discusses Tessa . . ..
Those eyes were met with blue eyes of her own, though with far less certainty. Her mind was too busy going over the scenarios.
Wait... could he be her son? He does match the description and no one else's disputing it. Or he could be lying through his teeth. There is such a thing as impersonators. But he does look beautiful. He? She? They? The half-elf never really gave her a gender. Or am I still too damn drunk?
All that thinking nearly caused her to fall over before she caught herself, alcohol making her cheek slightly darker.
"Whether that's true or not, I don't think those guys would care." she looked over her shoulder towards the officers.
"Unless Tess shares Calistria's lust for revenge."
Ming's mood just got worse and worse on that bloody ship.
A pirate keelhauling a man for stealin something that was most likely stolen in the first place...
On the other hand, the guy had let himself get caught, not something she intended to do.
Anyways, she was already sure at some point she would make them pay. She did not like to be shanghaied and put to work like that.
That Rosie might make a good friend though, after what just happened to her.
Ming walked up to take her rum, something quite welcome.
Pouring it down in one gulp, she went over to the quite talkative rest of the new sailors.
Hello there mates, how you doin'? she smiled at no one particular.
Then she at down next to Destinie.
I think i saw you before, at the Formidably Maid. Pretty sure you took free drinks from a fellow. Now look where that got you.
Made the same mistake though, or that one gal sneaked something in one of my drinks. Think it was that. How did your first day on this beautiful cruise go? Was it as pleasant as mine?
Hello there mates, how you doin'? she smiled at no one particular.
As he partakes of the slop in front of him, Joran looks around at the others to see who it is she's talking to. Figuring anyone can answer, "Honestly? Well, I could be better. You know, all this kidnapping, letting people die in a box, keelhauling... I don't know... it does leave something to be desired," he answers, grinning wryly and shooting a wink. "Seriously though, I'm not dead yet, so, I'm doing okay so far. And you are...?"
"I knew it!" She bobbed her head as she frowned.
She looked up at the strange girl and shrugged. "I think I lucked out with the chore today. The red-head in the hat Sandara Quinn helped me get through with that one, but I managed."
You all eventually find your way into the hammocks you awoke in this morning. Some of you find sleep quickly, tired from a day of hard labor. Others find it difficult to sleep in a swaying bed, in a hold filled with snoring and smelly pirates, imagining any of whom might slit your throat as you rest.
Morning comes all too soon, and any escape dreams afforded evaporates as folks awaken. The bell that tolled at dusk last night rings once again, and the crew wakes and begins filing up onto the deck. You all make to follow them, when a group interposes themselves between you and the stairs.
A bald man with a stocky build seemed to lead them, with five others gathered behind – a scarred half orc, a big Rahadoumi man with a scowling face, a woman whose smile was anything but friendly, another woman who had the look of a working girl past her prime, and Tam, the dwarf whom Ming had left a bad impression on the day before.
The bald man grinned tauntingly and shoved Katara in the chest, as she'd been nearest to the steps. ”In a hurry?” Other than a few crew members lingering on the steps to watch, the others had all made their way to the deck already, leaving the lot of you alone with this welcoming committee.
Not having any of it and politely stepping in front of Katara, "Excuse me, darlin'," and up to the big man, he gets right in his face. "Okay, look here, fatty, why don't you shove on somebody your own size. That is, if you're smart enough to figure something like that out. As a matter of fact, why don't you take your lackey half-orc, that other fellow who looks like he should be the leader of this rag-tag band instead of you, the freaky psycho looking chick, the overweight hooker and your dwarf buddy and get the hell out of our way, hm? And I'm asking nicely so you should be thankful," he tells him, grinning, while staring him dead in the eye.
Needless to say, she was feeling drowsy even as she woke up with some pain in her chest. After nearly falling off a hammock twice in consecutive days, she made her way to the deck. "Gods... what was in that drink?"
With any luck, she was hoping to get the next day through with little trouble... only to be confronted by what looks like the welcoming party.
To which she let out a large groan. "It's way too early for this. Can't you just let us a pass today. We outnumber you anyways."
Terry just shakes his head as the old guard tries to create problems for the new guys. "Okay, I get it. You want us all to get in trouble for missing the morning call. How are you going to do that without missing call yourselves? Do you think seeing us in trouble will make your pain less?"
I am not ya' darling, neither 'aye need ya ta' speak for me. - says Katara, not allowing Joran to step in front of her, and then responding directly the other man - Yes, mate, in a hurry! Trying ta' get to work already.
The small woman stayed there, looking at the bald man with confused eyes. She doesn't really much understand what was going on. As Destinie speaks, she nods her head in agreement.
Ya' know, she's right. No need for any problems, right? - she steps sideways, showing that their numbers were considerably larger - Let's have sum' rum together tonight and keep things peaceful like the Captain said.
Seeing Tam the dwarf, Ming quickly takes a step aside, not wanting to get into more trouble with him, upsetting the other rigger even more.
What's this about? Is there a problem? We're kind of in a hurry, you heard the lady! she speaks up from behind and then tries to pass through.
Also there's really no need to insult any of the other ladies or darlin anyone. I'm pretty sure they are all nice ladies at heart!
Actually Tam here is one of the best riggers i ever met, just learned that yesterday! Amazing work he does, got nothing but respect for him! I'm looking forward to drink some rum with you and hear of your stories! Maybe i can even dance a bit...
Ming points at Tam with her hand, clearly impressed by him, even though she did not understand a single word he said the other day.
Joran's words cause several fists to ball up, and the unhinged woman smiles wider. The working girl sneers at Destinie. "Pretty sure I could take three o' you girls on by myself, so I'm none too worried bout your numbers."
The creepy woman turned to Katara. "Oh but that's not what the Captain said, now was it? I seem to recall him saying we couldn't kill anyone...which is a pity, but there are plenty of fun things you can do to someone without killing them..." she giggled, a high pitched, throaty, staccato sound.
Tam looked at Ming disbelievingly. "Daft apeth," he muttered. He looked up at the bald man. "Tell the swamp donkey to sack it before I give her a tonk in the tradesman's entrance and have her lick me yarbles!!!"
The leader grinned and looked at Ming, pointing a thumb at Tam. "He says he don't like you."
When Terry spoke, the bald man responded. "Oh no, we might be late. That would be terrible," he said with a sarcastic drawl. "Course, seein' as the boss was the one tellin' us to welcome you aboard, somehow I think we'll be just fine." They loomed forward and it became clear this was going to turn into either a beating, or a fight.
Block 1: Atia, Seadreamer, Randall, Terry
Block 2: Hussy, Psycho, Tam
Block 3: Joran, Cass, Ming, Katara, Des
Block 4: Bald, Orc, Rahadoumi
Atia heaves an annoyed sigh at this entire thing. Her head is pounding from hangover and poor sleep, and now some senior crew were peacocking, trying to prove that they were the biggest, baddest pirates on the boat. Learning the social rituals was exhausting.
She examines the space in front of her: the half-orc and red-bandana were blocking her way. She bolts forward, gritting her teeth, and attempts to kick the red-bandana guy right in the sensitive bits.
Trusting that the big man's ego will keep him facing Baldy, Terry steps back to try to keep the opposition from surrounding anyone, moving to take a shot at the half-orc.
As he moves towards his target, Terry pretends to throw a jab, but quickly brings his foot up, looking to kick the man below the belt. Terry does manage to kick him, but he misses his target, and catches the inside of the half-orc's right thigh instead.
Nard Kick:
Atia aims a kick at the Rahadoumi man's bullseye, but he shifts his stance to block her and renders her attempt ineffective. The small woman takes advantage of the distraction to slip between her opponents and run for the stairs.
Terry has more luck, scoring a hit on the half-orc, who growls with frustration.
On to something different, i am going to be tied up most of today. please bot me as trying for an uppercut to the danglybits.
after all they are about the right height for me to practice the speedbag. :)
Seadreamer rushes the nearest male bully, who happens to be the bald man. He takes a mean swing at him, just below dwarf face level.
He nails the man squarely, causing him to double over in pain momentarily.
The quiet man who'd been pressganged with you, but had been biding his time in the shadows, moved to face the crazy looking lady, to help prevent anyof the bullies from flanking the group. She was lacking in the weak spot the rest of you had targetted, so Randall just went for a good old punch to the face.
The woman ducks his attempted strike, giggling as she does.
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The giggling turns into a high pitched shriek as the crazy lady swipes back at Randall, trying to slice him with her fingernails, which she's sharpened to points.
But he jukes away from the attack.
The over the hill working girl goes for a hair pull on Katara.
She got a good fistful of Katara's hair and yanked hard before releasing it.
Tam turned to see Atia running for the stairs, and took a swing at the small wizard.
Atia had never been punched in the face before, and it hurt. The dwarf punched her solidly in the chin and her head was ringing.
So they were going for this no matter what, huh. Destinie looked deep in thought when her lips began to quiver. She then quickly bent over as she clasped both hands on her head.
Dammit. Not this early.
But she had no say in it. She hadn't in a while. When she pulled her head back up, her eyes were white and her face looked more poised and determined. It was matched as she attempted to go through the woman who pulled Katara's hair.
Sadly, her clumsiness remained the same as she practically trips towards the pile and pushed back. She merely points at the group at large as she spoke in a language unfamiliar to most people on the boat.
Ming let out a cry of frustration, swiftly danced around her new friends here, trying to pass the psycho woman.
Then she turned to kick her in the back.
nonlethal damage.
Cass is delayed for a moment surprised by the sudden devolvement to violence, a tactic she wasn't especially adept in particularly without weapons. but she quickly realizes that she needed to give some support even if it would likely be ineffectual. After taking a half second to think she steps forward and tries to plant a punch at Baldy
(Min 1)
somewhat shocked by her own coordination Cass prepared for a possible return punch that would likely have a bit more force than her had.
She then called out to Des
Treachery might be a bit too strong of a term on a ship like this
Katara grins; there's actual hatred through her teeth, focusing her stern gaze on the girl that just pulled her hair. Centered on her, an entire area 20 feet wide shakes loudly, as water from air itself seems to move and gather around Katara. Planks and hats move, in what looks like a small cyclone starting to form on her hands.
Didcha' just pull my hair, %$&&$%?
Yet, she breathes down, letting the elements calm.
'Ya ain't worth the whip. Really, just count it as 'ya luck day.
She just tries to push the other girl away, in a non-dangerous fashion, and doesn't even manage to bruise her.
Finally, she steps back, giving space for her peers to step in if they want to. She speaks something as she does it, and it sounds as if bubbles are popping around her.
Feel free to step in, mate. I have to control my own hatred for a moment before I end up killing someone by mistake. - even her Aquan sounds strongly accented, but there's something natural to it: as if water is embed to Katara to her very core.
Destinue looks back at Cassandra, then over to Katara with confusion, as if she wasn't used to other people understanding her. But she paid little mind afterwards as she stepped up to replace Katara.
She proceeds to return the favor by grabbing the other woman's hair to square her up for a punch. But the resulting attack merely grazed her cheek instead.
Joran grins almost maniacally, glad for the fisticuffs and he let's his rage take over, aiming hard for Baldy's nose with a right cross...
...and misses horribly, yet, still smiles. "Just giving you a false sense of security, Baldy."
As punches and kicks begin to fly wildly, and half of the new 'recruits' begin wildly gurgling at one another, the bald ringleader growls and throws a punch at Joran's gut.
He decks the big guy solidly in the stomach and sneers. "False? Dunno. Feeling pretty secure."
The half orc and Rahadoumi moved to flank Terry.
The half orc holds Terry in place while the big human whallops him with his fists. Seeing how injured the elf was, they toss him aside and look to other targets.
As the pair team up on Terry, he coughs as hit, and sputters as he moves back around the half-orc, before taking a pot shot and hoping to lay him low.
This time he tries to put a roundhouse to the ork's face, but misjudges his positioning, still unsteady from the recent barrage of punches received.
Atia yelps at a pitch that could rupture eardrums as she's punched--she hadn't ever come close to experiencing this kind of pain. Her ears are ringing and she's relatively certain they'll ever stop.
She goes blind with rage and lashes out at Tam with an open palm, swinging with all the might her twiggy arms can muster.
Atia will glare at Tam, memorizing his face, and bolt up the stairs and as far towards the galley as she's able.
Terry's punch misses, but little Atia smacks Tam silly momentarily and makes a run for it, escaping the brawl for the moment and making her way towards the kitchen.
The crazed woman smiles as she approaches Katara. "Before I kill you, I'm going to make you squeal like a pig...
"No killing, Syl! You heard the Captain!" baldy called out.
She pouted in an exaggerated fashion, pushing out her lower lip. "None of you are any fun." She backhanded Katara, smacking her across the face, which restored her good mood and unnerving giggle.
The older trollop screeched at Destinie and reached for her neck, squeezing hard for a moment before the younger woman was able to jerk free.
Tam growls and looks at the fleeing form of Atia, but knows she's not their primary target in this fight. He seeks a weak point in the line of new crew members, and attempts to break through by barreling through Destinie.
While the spectacle of her eyes and voice did look intimidating, it didn't do much to enhance her combat skills. Thus the trollop was able to grab and squeeze the life out of her.
But it did come with some form of awareness. Thus she was prepared when the dwarf tried to get past her. She shifted her weight so that the dwarf would be blocked by his partner in crime.
And with that done, she focused on taking on the older woman.
This time around, her jab did not connect.
All Wwile she was oblivious to the others' plans, but she had a fair idea on their plan.
And with enough space, she moved to the corner of the hull.
Trying to find an edge, Joran moves past Cassandra and Seadreamer. "Coming through, Cass, Seadreamer!" he warns, setting up flanking with Destinie, wondering if she's gonna stand there or get out of the way of the charging dwarf. Too involved to watch it play out, he throws a hard left hook towards Baldy's face.
The dwarf charges in right as Des and the older woman are attacking one another, and he can't find a path through to flank Joran, as he'd planned.
As the big guy Seadreamer hit in the dangly bits, curls over, he tries for the liverpool kiss. (AKA headbutt)
Hurt, Katara seems to be absurdly holding herself to avoid doing something stupid that she may repent later. Yet, her fists look full of water - not sweaty, but if as someone had both her hands inside jellyfishes. She grins, trying to simply shove the other woman out of the way.
Katara five-foot-steps towards Randall. Again, she gathers power - water bags seem to form out of everywhere, some of it from air itself, in a very loud windy cyclone of sorts around the kineticist. This time she doesn't very much speak anything, but her eyes look almost blueish from all the water accumulating there, and the hair moves around in bags of water as if it had life itself...
... And this time she doesn't release the tension - she keeps very much gathering more, the "water witch" is too young and rash to hold any longer on hitting back after being hit once again.
Ming moves up to help Destinie.
Are you alright? What's all that gargling and noises you make? Lost your voice?
Then she tries to hit Psycho.
Sadly her swing goes wide and she curses.
Joran's fist connected with Baldy's face and the lights in the man blinked out. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Seeing the leader of their little rabble go down visibly shook several of the other bullies, all but Tam and Syl. Tam had his orders from above, and Syl just liked hurting people.
Seadreamer rammed his head into the Rahadoumi's midsection, knocking the wind from him briefly as he tried to hold the dwarf at bay.
Cass, hearing Des's words, makes a break for it, following after Atia. She runs the long way around the stairs, lingering at the top of them in case the others need help. She doesn't intend to leave new allies behind.
Randall tries to trip the crazy woman and make it easier for others to escape.
She's too nimble for him, unfortunately. He hangs back where he is in order to help other folks get away.
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With Terry still recovering from the beating they'd administered, the half orc loses interest. He sees the bald man down and frows, deciding to pick on a softer looking target than the man that laid him low. He considers Katara but there's something unsettling about her, and he targets Ming instead.
Distracted as she is by the woman, Syl, Ming fails to defend against the blow, which is thankfully a glancing one.
The Rahadoumi man recovers from the headbutt to see their ringleader drop. He takes a final swing at Seadreamer...
It misses widely, and he retreats from the scrum.
Atia will run into the galley, babbling what's happening to Fishguts whether he's actually there or not: "My apologies if I'm late, a group of thugs stopped me and the other new people and started a fight and PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE!" Atia's voice gets more and more high pitched as she goes on, but she stops after yelling to clutch the side of her face where she was punched and sniffles audibly. "I never want to get punched in the face again."
"Now! Time to get up top! Go!" Terry calls out to the group of newbies, even as he tries to "sneak" his way up onto the stairs . . ..
He goes over Baldy and jumps onto the stairs without having to push through Tam . . ..
Once he reaches the foot of the second stairwell heading up, he stops and starts motioning for others to go up past him.
"C'mon! Get on deck. Go!"
Seadreamer slips Rahadoumi's punch over his shoulder as he steps even closer and attempts to drive an forearm elbow into Rahadoumi's stomach.
Only to have Rahadoumi step back slightly so the elbow doesn't strike hard.
He then tries to work his way around towards the stairs.
Atia finds herself speaking to an empty kitchen. The door to the quartermaster's store opens and Grok pokes her face into the galley. "Fishguts drank himself stupid last night. Looks like you're cooking on your own today, I couldn't get him to wake up. He's snoring, so he's not dead. What's this about getting punched in the -- ooh, got into a fight, eh? Good for you, wasn't sure you had it in you."
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Terry and Seadreamer begin to withdraw from the melee. Less than half a minute had passed -- if they got on deck quickly, they might not be noticed as late. Sandara's head poked down from the second set of stairs, the ones leading from the middle hold to the main deck. "What's going on?" she inquired of Terry and Cass, though her words trailed off quietly as she saw Terry's eye swollen shut, blood trickling from his split lip. "Where are the others?" she said more quietly.
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The retired working girl was shocked to see the bald man knocked out cold, and she suddenly decided she wanted nothing to do with this anymore. "Hell with this. I ain't getting the whip." She shoved past Tam and bolted up to the deck, passing by Terry, Cass, and Sandara, whose eyes went wide as she tried to piece together events.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not finished playing with you yet." Syl moved around to head off Destinie's escape, blocking the doorway with Tam. She smiled widely and screeched as she clawed at the oracle.
Syl's nails have been sharpened to points, and she leaves three parallel slashes across Des's cheek, dangerously close to her eye, which had been the crazed woman's target.
Tam considers remaining beside Syl to block your escape, but his eyes shift to Joran, and there is little doubt his orders were specific about who to take out, above all others. He runs at Joran, trying to throw a fist into the big man's ribs.
His fist strikes true, and Joran knows that's gonna leave a bruise.
Thinking his swing was a bit off, Joran breathed an internal sigh of relief when baldy managed to dodge the wrong way, taking full force of the barbarian's punch. Seeing him hit the floor like a rock, "Feeling secure now, baldy?" he talks trash at the unconscious man, looking up to see who's left. Watching the way-past-her-prime hussy take off, he never sees the dwarf come up and connect solidly right into the side of his ribcage. Grimacing a bit, Man I'm gonna feel that one in the morning, he thinks before shooting a glare the dwarf's way. "Well okay, I guess your next, Shorty," he mocks, grabbing both sides of the dwarf's head and driving his knee straight toward his face.
Connecting solidly, "I think I just did wonders for your looks, Tiny. You've just been upgraded to 'ugly'."
It looked like the others had gotten the hint for the time being. Cass made her way out as well as Terry. And with their leader out cold, that was apparently enough to scare off the others. Now all she had to do was...
Her face was met with nails towards the cheek as her new assailant before she could react. She stepped back and placed a hand to her eye if only to keep it from watering. And for the first time, there was a hint of fear in her face.
But she wasn't afraid to lash out in retaliation against the mad woman.
Regardless of whether or not she was able to lift the woman's feet off of her, she signaled Joran over with a wave as she climbed to the top of the stairs.
By the time she was halfway through the stairs, her eyes dulled back to normal and the adrenaline winded down. But with that went the steadiness of her legs, being blinded didn't help either. She used the wall to get the rest of the way to the top. Thankfully it seemed temporary as she could still see. Cass seemed fine, but it was only now that she realized how close Terry was to blacking out. Des looked better off but not by much: others could see redness on her throat where she was throttled as well as three nail scratches on her cheek that were drawing blood.
When Sandara called out, she answered with a cough while panting. "Some crew members ambushed us... we fought them off... some of us are still down there... we're a bit banged up too."
Katara sees that the situation may be defusing, despite being hurt, and once again breathes down and calms. These would leave some bruises, but she was going to survive. Maybe. Probably. Regardless, as she lets the steam out, she kicks the half-orc away, and moves towards the stairs to flee.
Ming glares at the half-orc.
Don't worry, i'll keep that in mind! Won't forget such an ugly face!
Then she tries to tumble away, going after the crazy woman.
"It certainly wasn't by choice!" Atia replies, nodding at Grok. "Is this normal for Fishguts? The drunkenness and sleeping?" She looks around the kitchen, eager to get started on something to distract her from the pain in her jaw and to have her hands on something sharp should the folks who ambushed them make their way into the galley.
"Anything I should know about special servings for the Captain and his people? If you know. I would appreciate it." Atia pleads a little with Grok, a mildly panicked and desperate look on her face.
seeing Terry on deaths door Cass sprints around Des hoping she will be able to heal herself some and comes to Terry.
[b]"Des, I can come back to help you if you can't. Pardon my implements Terry!" she says as she leans down drawing the from her harrow deck and laying it on his chest where he was beaten
as a wave of warmth almost like a holy fire burning off the old skin washes over him healing him for hit points. as she calls out
The heavens do not yet call to you
Joran knocks Tam out cold, too, releasing some of the pent of frustrations of the last two days on the bullies.
Des makes it up to the next floor, and Katara delivers a solid kick to the half-orc before following.
Ming deftly moves through the remaining bullies, trying to throw a punch at Syl on the way but missing.
With the bald man and Tam both down, the remaining bullies backed down. Syl looked disappointed to do so, and she was grinning at Joran in a way that gave him the creeps, but it seemed the fight was done. Now, to get up on deck before your tardiness was noted...
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Grok smiled, her smallish tusks jutting out more prominently. "Ha, yesterday was the random fluke where he was actually conscious. Prepare to be on your own, more often than not." She peered out the door. "Looks like whatever was brewing downstairs has spilled onto this floor. Lots of folks running to the deck. As for the Captain's meals, the officers usually eat with him -- the other officers, that is. Me 'n Kroop aren't invited but that's just as well with us. Fresh meat, either fish, pork, or chicken. Fresh foods when we've got them, good seasoning when we don't. Captain's not expecting gourmet faire, but won't stand for slop, neither."
Even as she's hitting him in the chest with a card, he's pushing her towards the stairs. "On deck! Everybody up on deck! C'mon!" And he heads that way himself, no longer staying put to encourage others. As he heads up the stairs, he realizes what Cass put on his chest, and frowns, but keeps moving without saying anything about it.
At this rate there was no time for healing at the moment. She heeded to redheads words and headed up the stairs towards the main deck... all while making a mental note to ask how in the nine hells did some of her crew members understood her while under her usual trance.
Leaving the 2 out cold on the dice, Seadreamer heads up onto the weather deck for morning muster and to determine which crap job he is going to get.
I am surprised this ship is even sailing with the way the capn and the 1st mate are acting. Rule by terror is one of the worst ways to run a ship.