What looked like was going to be a mutiny ended up being an unexpected spat. The two holding Reknar decided to let go of him to see just how things would go. The pirates gathered round to see who would win. Plugg's orders to stand down fell on deaf ears. Lucky for the two of them it was a short affair as Chisomo made short work of the bard.
Arkhan's fog distraction was enough to get Lucille the time to apply her healing. The cleric's eyes opened as she witnessed the eyes of a newcomer. "Glad to see another pretty face watch over me."
But she quickly motioned Lucille to get back into the group.
Both Plugg and Scourge sported ugly faces at the spectacle, but likely for different reasons. Once the fight seemed to be won, Scourge himself tossed Chisomo out of Reknar's grip.
"ENOUGH!" Plugg shouted in full for the first time before pointing at the two fighters as well as Arkhan. "You will ALL be working in the bilge tomorrow. And if any of you fail, you will ALL take 6 lashes. Now Scourge, get back in finish the punishment, now!"
Scourge growled but was happy to continue the punishment... only to be shocked that Sandara gained a second wind.
"But... how?"
"Maybe you've lost your magic touch. Not that you've even been good at hitting on anything."
"Why you..."
The bad news continued as his anger caused him to hit sloppily. While Sandara winced in pain with each of the subsequent hits, it wasn't enough to bow out in pain. In the end, Sandara was able to walk on her own power. Scourge threw down his whip in anger before picking it back up, moving to take Plugg away to the officer's quarters.
It was a brutal Bloody Hour, but no one died that day.
Sandara rushed towards the unconscious forms before standing up. "They're stable. Unconscious but not dying, which is a relief." She then turned her head towards Chisomo and Reknar. "That was quite the performance you two did there... at least I hope it was?" She winced. "Sorry, I wasn't sure whether it was real or not."
Sweet and ardent dreams Lucille pops her remaining 3 cure light wounds and the 3 unconcious characters.
Night action: Influence using bluff one one of the people she healed, ideally one not friendly currently. Rosie is friendly, not sure about Sams so:
You good? Let me walk you to your hammock, ill figure ill span mine next to it? Needing the guidance to make sure nothing stupid happens.
Lucille also moves her trusty chest, which she, while shipwrecked, christened as Totally not a Mimic, downwards.
If possible she would propose to Sandara as well as the party:
Listen, I can conjure 2 gallons of water, and turn 6 more gallons of saltwater into sweet water. I can definitly get them into a Barell or somehing, but I probably wont be able to distribute it. Its about an extra litre of water per day, should make things more bearable. If you have any ideas for distributing it, I am all ears.
Arkhan takes his rum ration. The sore, but smiling Druid turns in early.
Chisomo glances uneasily up at Reknar, but doesn't answer Sandara's question, using Lucille as an excuse to speak of other matters.
"Running extra water around the ship can only make things easier, and make the crew sweeter. I expect they'll be guarding the bilge tomorrow, but I'll bring a ladle of water to those that need it once we have freedom of the ship again."
Expecting tomorrow to bring only greater labors, she takes to her bed rather than join in the revelry.
Djir's eyes flick to Sandara and he sidles up to her and quietly asks "You want me to get Arkhan down here before you share the blessings of Besmara around?"
Lucky for the two of them it was a short affair as Chisomo made short work of the bard.
Sandara rushed towards the unconscious forms before standing up. "They're stable. Unconscious but not dying, which is a relief." She then turned her head towards Chisomo and Reknar. "That was quite the performance you two did there... at least I hope it was?" She winced. "Sorry, I wasn't sure whether it was real or not."
Chisomo glances uneasily up at Reknar, but doesn't answer Sandara's question...
"Of course it was" - Reknar replied with a relaxed chuckle - "Good to see you are all recovering, all things considered" - he looked over those unconscious, then let his look linger slightly longer on Sandara.
"I will leave you to rest" - he quickly added, taking his leave.
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Even if he recites the words with feeling and strength, his time around it feels like Reknar is in a darker mood.
I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe.
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
Then he downed his remaining rum, and headed to sleep.
"There's barrel's all over the ship. The main issue if finding a place to keep 'em without anyone finding out. We might not get the chance right now, but I bet things will cool down a bit eventually,"
Seeing Chisomo and then Reknar leave left her a bit uneasy even with the reassurance from both. It was almost enough to forget about Djir's question. "No need. I can take care of that." Taking out her symbol, she began to channel positive energy among the group.
After a second burst of energy, everyone was back to full strength. She then placed a hand on Lucille. "Glad to know we got another good set of hands on the ship. As you can see, we could use more allies. Why don't you make some more?" Her usual cheery self returned to her before she went back to her stable to rest.
Samms looked up at the taller woman. "I honestly thought Besmara was claiming my soul today. Thanks for the save... and I think I could use the help there as well." She let Lucille lead her towards the hammocks while directing her where they were to begin with.
While it wasn't his best, it was still enough to elicit claps from the crowd.
I made a good choice saving her, the clerics power exceeds mine, considerably Lucille thinks as she measures the strength of the healing channel.
I am an Oracle, not a cleric, everything I do comes more from my force of personality then my wisdom, which is great because I am not known for the excellency of my life choices. I can heal, I have a number of ways to fight pretty well, but I cant channel. She answers.
Cook already likes me, because hej, good Kellid mead.
My read on him is that his cooking was once good enough to be art, then s+*@ happened. That would incidentally make him a person of concern, as art is to, within reason, be protected and nourished. She opines.
If I could channel it probably wouldnt be a very pleseant channel either, or it would be pleseant but it would kill you. Yeap, definitly the latter. She thinks on the question of channelling.
...
Djir has been working hard, hauling sails with his mighty thews in the hot sun . Rather than take the spiked rum ration, he finds an un-noticed corner and passes it off to Tilly (who likes the damn stuff)...
1 rank +3 trained+3 dex +4 size+1 guidance (from Cevanne) -1 fatigued
He finds a minute or two to chat with Giffer: "Hey, thanks for helping me out the other day. A little bird mentioned you like to read, so I figured I'd find you something as a thank you..." He hands over the book he purchased.
So if it's needed, here it is:
1 rank +3trained +1 Cha +1 guidance
Then Djir is off to his hammock.
"That's just what staying on a ship like the Wormwood could do to ya," Sandara replied sadly. "Most people would rather lay down and take it than push back and doin' the later's tough when you don't have friends to back you up."
As for the oracle comment, she merely smiled. "You could say that for most of the crew. Even I failed to keep the thing between me, Chisomo and Reknar under wraps," she shrugged. "Oh, so Scourge made a pass at me, but I slapped him back. Finding about this is only gonna piss him off even more. But we've got some folks backing us up now."
Giffer slowly takes the book from the ratfolk's hands and blushed slightly. "It's not something most people like, I mean most people think romance novels are trash and all but I can still fantasize how other people's lives can go about like that and..." She placed a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet as well as come up with a more straightforward answer. "Thank you. No one's done something like that to me before." She then scurried back to the hammocks to sleep.
The sun is not as intense as it was earlier and the winds have lessened somewhat. While there is no sign of land, the water has become shallow enough that it is possible to even see the bottom.
Arkhan, Chisomo and Reknar however won't have much time to witness this as they were all assigned to the bilge with someone taking watch at the door above. The rest were handed their usual duties.
Djir is assigned his favorite swabber task, rat catcher... He suspects however, that Lucille will not be capable of making spice-roasted beetles worth a damn... Still, it's worth trying if he catches a decent batch of beetles...
1 rank +3 trained+3 dex +4 size +1 guidance from Cevanne
to explore the lower deck
1 rank +3trained +1 wis +2 racial+1 guidance (from Cevanna)
Greetings Smute Ambrose, Ill be off fishing quickly as you ordered, but...
I noticed your cooking is good enough to be called art. My patron calls upon me to protect art when it is reasonable, and to rekindle the flames of lust and life within artists, a flame that in your case seems to be drowned and stiffled by excess cheap booze.
As such, let me offer you an incentive.
She pauses before making her move.
I am part demon, and She causally points to her shadow which is incidentally spreading wings and horns right now
You are intelligent enough to guess what kind
She pauses
Each day, I will kiss you, quite intensely, with the skill of a part-Succubus. She gently takes his head into her hands, bringing her face close to hers.
But only if your mouth does not smell of cheap booze. Good booze is ok if you share it with me first. She smiles
If he accepts, he gets a pretty good kiss.
She does fill a barrel with 8 gallons of sweatwater, and puts it outside of the smutes compartment, leaving the distribution to those she had previously informed.
Apparently the lure of possible spice-roasted beetles consumes Djir's attention. He's not paying much attention to exploring the lower deck, but he collects a giant load of beetles and cockroaches in his bucket, and he ducks in to see Lucille. He hands the bucket of dead bugs over, saying "Hey, the last cook did good spice-roasted beetles. MMmm, mmm, mmm, almost like mama used to make. I got a good haul here, so I figure we'll try yours."
bilges (area A11), requiring a DC 12 Strength check.
The PC must also make a DC 10 Constitution check to
avoid being fatigued at the end of the shift.
Reknar not only does a piss poor job in the bilges, but is also completely worn out at the end of the shift - ”Figures…” - is all the half-orc has to say, leaning heavily against the rail and trying to recover some as he waits for the Bloody Hour.
With Djir:
Wait, roast spice beetles? I think I can use moms old receipe for "spice roasted Chelaxian reactionary", of course, given how hilarious inept Galts actual military is, "Chelaxian reactionary" is a species of horned bug that typically messes up with our wineharvest, but...
Hah, La Galt shall never bow in matters de culinaire! Whereever a Galtese yet draws breath, the culture of good food cannot be extinguished!
A sudden surge of national pride, which she rarely felt before, fills her.
Hmm, I have goats de troix, by quickly using their milk as une chassis for the spices, I can ensure le spical distribution de excellente among the beatle meat, while also assisting in le removal of le exoskelton de la chitin, as le secrete cooking before roasting step shall also ensure that le exoskeleton souz arrives at le exactement texture de chips de Potatoe, to be consumes alongside le meat, pour le dip de Mead de Kellid, slightly stretched with le remains of le goatmilk used for cooking!
Lucille works at an almost manic, pace, as if inspired or possessed by something, and whirls through the kitchen, speaking to herself in a suddenly very thick Galtese accent.
The product is interesting, plates of various bugs, the exosceletons being both easily peelable and quite tasteful themselfs, are presented, accompanied by an interesting dip whose texture, moisture and spiceyness present an most intriguing companion to both the more salty, potatochip like bug exoskeletons as well as the soft, yet thoroughly roasted schrimp like interior.
Kroop puts a hand between the two before her lips meet as he lazily straightened himself up. "I've learn not ta take a book by face value. I witnessed the gob's cooking skills with me own eyes. But I'd rather do it when I'm in me own head, so to speak."
Close up, it was clear that his breath smelled of alcohol.
bilges (area A11), requiring a DC 12 Strength check.
The PC must also make a DC 10 Constitution check to
avoid being fatigued at the end of the shift.
Arkhan chuckles as he looks at his days assignment. The 1/2 orc winks at Reknar and Chisomo.
Worth every f!&%ing minutes down here.
Unfortunately, the druid doesn't do much except plot how to murder Plugg...
That new girl seems promising for a murder team.
Chisomo is starting to get pretty practiced at the bilges, and eventually emerges smelly, sweaty, but successful.
The others are able to complete their challenges with little problem. But there is an uneasiness in the air as the day comes to an end.
In predictable fashion, it was the bilge workers who were set up to the post for their punishment. First up was Chisomo.
Sandara quickly moved over to check on the unconscious monk, breathing a sigh of relief. "She'll live.
Next up was Arkhan.
The cleric once again checks in on Scourge's second victim, and this time her voice sounds grim. "Arkhan needs to get healed. He's dying."
"Not until Reknar receives his punishment," Plugg scoffed.
"He might not last that long!"
"That's on him for such a pitiful performance in the bilge."
It was at that point that Reknar had that look in his eyes. One that looked like he was ready to do something risky. As Scourge's lackeys moved on him, he gave a wink to Sandara before he moved past them and landed a solid right hook at Scourge's face. The boatswain lifted his whip in retaliation, but the half-orc's arms met up. Sandara uses the distraction to stabilize the two unconscious sailors.
A brief struggle endured, and after some effort Scourge yanked back control of his whip, sending Reknar off balance. He stumbles to the edge and tips over the side into the water below.
"REKNAR!" Sandara runs over to the side along with Samms and a number of other pirates. Yet there was no sign of him anywhere."[/B] Plugg is the last to make his way to the side, making a brief gaze at the bottom before making his own conclusion.
"The man made his choice. He defied orders and paid for it with his life." He turned to face the others. "And let that be a lesson to anyone else who thinks they can flaunt my authority."
Many who have called him friend as well as enjoyed his songs looked on sadly as the Wormwood claimed another life. Sandara is the only one who remains on deck. "...Reknar," she sniffed as she wiped her face of any developing tears on her face.
The wounded Druid vows Vengeance in Reknar's name on that filth filth filth!
He goes to bed dreaming of thunder and lightning!
As the rum rations are handed out, Cnut asks for a spare. With one in each hand, he returns to the top deck and hands the extra to Sandara. "To Reknar. A brave soul and a valiant one. May the Pirate Queen claim him."
Feeling tired and sick, Cnut goes to bed early.
Authority? Haha, you have none you earned yourself. When I flaunt yours, it will be when my daggers is in your back, my spear in your arse, and your throat crushed beneath my heel
The Oracle thinks
This captain sucks, one of his officers overindulges on Sadism, the other on booze, although the former may cause the latter.
Sandara, do you have a moment?
She asks Sandara about Reknar, his traits, good qualities, victories etc.
At the evening she performs an elegy.
She sings, her mood quite black.
To their own shore came the Raid War
Leaves and Angel
Leading the Eagle west
Took the short way in
The long route back Convoy 92
Eagle, Leaves, and Angel leading
Bankers to the west
And upon the North Arcadic
Lies the silence of the seas
On a quietest night in the darkest hour
The Besmarine appear
[Pre-Chorus]
Above the surface it seems quiet and calm
Deep down below the wolfpack lurks
No, no, no!
To their own shore came the Raid War
Leaves and Angel
Leading the Eagle west
In their own track came the wolfpack
Leaves led the convoy
Into the hornet's nest
At the crack of dawn the second day
Eagle stands in flames
Half the convoy sunk or disabled
Heading back to shore
But below the North Arcadic
On the bottom of the sea
On the second night in the darkest hour
The Besmarine returns
The wolfpack surface for a second time
To make the convoy face its fate
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No, no, no!
To their own shore came the Raid War
Leaves and Ingham
Leading the Eagle west
In their own track came the wolfpack
Gleaves led the convoy
Into the hornet's nest
Under fire under water
boarded that was when
Eagle did fail the test
To their own shore came the World War
Gleaves and the Ingham
Leading them into death
The "Bloody 9" makes the contact and leads them
"Crimson Tour" scores a kill in the dark
"Savage Roar" sinking 4 in 2 approaches
"Purple Six" suffers failure on launch
The "Bloody 9" makes the contact and leads them
"Crimson Tour" scores a kill in the dark
"Savage Roar" sinking 4 in 2 approaces
"Purple Six" suffers failure on launch again
In their own track came the wolfpack
Leaves led the convoy
Into the hornet's nest
To their own shore came the Raid War
Leaves and Ingham
Leading the Eagle west
In their own track came the wolfpack
Leaves led the convoy
Into the hornet's nest
Under fire under water
boarded that was when
Eagle did fail the test
To their own shore came the Raid War
Leaves and the Ingham
Leading them into death
Don't know what's waiting down below
The Wolfpack lurks, awaiting you
To follow, to bleed
It's time for you to return
They decide, oh no! Oh no!
The Wolfpack's waiting for them
Too calm, you'll see
Below the surface, waits for you
Djir mutters to himself "Reknar, you g+$!~%n fool" as the fight with Scourge starts, and then shuts as Reknar goes overboard! He hustles to the stern, grabbing a loose line as he goes, but Reknar never surfaces...
****
Djir swigs his rum ration, hoisting it high to Cnut's Toast "Wassail!"
vs dc 5
+2 con +1 Trait +1 guidance (from Cevanne)
****
He's clearly in a black mood when Lucille offers up her beetles; he looks at them at first and says "You never seen, never mind eaten spice-roasted beetles in your life, have you?" but the aroma from the dish does catch his nose. He continues "Well, let's try it." A few bites later, he says "This is actually good. It's not spiced roasted beetles, but it's good."
After finishing the plate, he's in a better mood and explains "Spiced roasted beetles, ya makes em by dipping the beetles in oil, and then rolling them in a spice mix, with some flour in it to make a paste. That seals up the openings in the shell. Then you pop em on a roasting sheet and pop's em in the oven. They come out all crispy and spicy on the outside and sweet and juicy in the middle. The tricks are getting the spice mix right and the cooking time. If you cook them too long, the inside boils too much and they pop! But they're good eating, and if done right, they last - the outside is sealed with oil and hot spices, and the inside has boiled..."
He changes the topic, speaking quietly so as not to be overheard, "I saw you playing your game with Krosp; don't think that'll buy you much with the drunk. But Conchobar the gnome rigger, I've been told he tried a line on every woman on board on his first day. You could probably lead him around by his little head..."
He spends the evening telling sea stories and playing Mumblety-peg with Ratline (the halfling rigger) & Rosie
+ possible bonus aid another from Rosie...
1 rank +3trained +1 Cha +1 guidance +1 extra cha from Rum!
He'll ask a few casual questions as they play, "So who all are the officers on this brig? I've met Scourge and Plugg, and I can't say I love them dearly. I saw Capt Harrigan on the first day, he seems surely like a soft touch of a man... But I'm sure there needs to be other officers on a ship this size. Who are they, they good folks?"
I dont want to control him, I want him to sober up, using the incentives I got.
You wanna bet a small favor that I will have him eat out of my hand within 3 days? She offers a wager.
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"No bet, I don't want to owe you a small favor..."
Night action: Influence Crimson Cogward
Can I flavor my perform action to influence the local pharasmin in particular? The should appreciate attempted funeral services.
After performing:
I heard you are a Pharasmin? What can you tell me of the Lady of Graves, she must be quite powerful, as my Lady in Shadows has in essence declared that Pharasma is not to be annoyed.
Probably because the worst-blowjob-in-the-Abyss and the Boney-the-bonerless are acting uppity, but such announcements are pretty rare.
worst-blowjob-in-the-Abyss:
Pretty direct reference to Kabriri, Demon Lord of Ghouls and Cannibalism.
Boney-the-bonerless
Mean Orcus, Demonlord of Undead. A Pharasmin would likely consider Undead based Demonlords his foes, and know their titles meaning he would get people that make fun of them.
Lucille is under a bit of strain, but her hard partying on the Icebrytar serves her well in preparing her for the challenge of motormouthing while somewhat tired.
Chisomo retreats to her bunk as soon as she is able, staring daggers into the ceiling until sleep takes her at last.
I never should have neglected poisons...
For influencing Crimson Cognard.
Ratline looks both ways as if he make sure there are no other listening ears before he speaks. "Most of 'em are new to the ship. From what I heard, he went through a big bout he survived but it came at the cost of his crew. Didn't take long before he built that back but it must have taken a toll on him. Most officers would rather chuck you overboard than talk to ya."
His eyes went towards Krine. "She's the master gunner and she's got a mouth that make's Rosie's look squeaking clean."
"F#%~ you very much too Ratline."
Ratline shrugged before turning his attention towards Peppery. "She's the head mage. Well, the only one. She's got a temper in her too. From what I heard, she's the only one who's met the cap'n before he became cap'n."
He last turned his attention towards the Stitchman, who's been sitting to himself away from the other officers. "Stitchman's the only decent one outta the bunch and that's on the fact that he's the medic. He's also the carpenter as well."
Lucille noticed that Cogward made a small prayer after her performance, which was well received by the crew. Sandara clapped in praise while Samms sniffed as she fought back tears from her face.
When she met Cogwards, he looked back at her with curiosity. "I suppose that you are a demon worshiper as well?" He asked. "Two cooks with the same profession cannot be a coincidence. It only seems like fate that you and the goblin had gifted us with the best meals in a while."
The water continues to look lovely shining against the sun. Yet it is little solace over the loss of life that has occurred in the past few days. Nevertheless, the crew had jobs to do as always.
Lucille will be surprised to see Kroop up and cooking on his own. "I heard 'bout what happened to Reknar and it dawned on me. We all need ta shape up if we're gonna survive."
Life goes on and the sea is relentless; thus, the decks need swabbing...
+2 con
Still, it gives him an excuse to be on the upper decks, where he keeps a sharp eye out for potential advantage...
to explore the upper decks area
1 rank +3trained +1 wis +2 racial+1 guidance (from Cevanna)
Edit: Clearly, the back-breaking work is far to hard for him... and it distracts him from his exploration.
It is a bit complicated Lucille chuckles.
I pray to Lady Nocticula, who is both Demon Lord and Deity, to Lord Gorrumm, who is a deity, although rumors exists that he originally came from the Abyss, conquered parts of Elysium and then went native, and Lady Shamira, who once was a Muse, but who has well, risen to Demon Lord hood by falling. What they all have in common is change, change and being fairly personable actually.
I would probably maintain my powers if I would worship someone else yet, it would be pretty rude of me to do so. I also figure that my shadow She points at her shadow, which has wings, horns and a tail, and which clearly moves on its own. Would be a lot more annoying if I like, tried to follow Iomedae and be a nun or something. He Shadow starts rolling on the floor, laughing, as she says this.
Great to see you sober up, my offer still stands
I will be off distributing the extra freshwater I can make to the sailors, gets me to know the lay of the ship, and maybe stop people from getting sunstruck or exhausted. Can I say its your idea if someone questions me?
For the rest of the day, Lucille runs around delivering extra freshwater in the heat, this gives her a pretty good reason to be around, familiarize herself with the ships layout and ingratiate herself with crew members. She would, with no outward reluctance, include the officers in her delivery.
Having had Conchobar pointed out as an Easy mark.
After being polite when handing out some water, she turns, making sure her long white blond hair brushes the Gnomes face as she does so, making this look entirely accidental.
Fort Save in case this counts as 2 actions:
requiring either a DC 10 Stealth check, Survival check,
or Dexterity check to catch and kill enough rats,
cockroaches, and beetles for a good day’s work.
Arkhan pretends that each rat, cockroach, and beetle had Pluggs face!
Chisomo's powerful limbs serve her in good stead as she sands the decks smooth.
For now she just focuses on her task, but takes the opportunity to discreetly ask Djir, [smaller]"How hard would it be to get into someone's room after dark?"/[smaller]
DJir whispers back "What are you planning? Depends who's room ... I ain't signing on for anything dumb."
Chisomo scowls. "They're padlocks though, right? Not Harrigan's cabin. If I didn't care about making sure they could be relocked afterwards, do you think you or Grok could get me a crowbar?"
Kroop chuckled slightly. "I aint' the looker I used to be, but I appreciate you willing to give a large, short, middle-aged man like me some love." He only gives as much as Lucille is willing before he leans back.
"I'll keep that in mind the next time I'm starring at a bottle."
Conchobar is ready to work his magic, but the brush with dust suddenly gives him a sneezing fit. The gnome retreats before he quickly walks away.
"Not now." Chisomo's hand would be grabbed by Sandara who was next to her. "Trust me, nothing would give me more pleasure than to stab through their hearts right now. But getting rid of an officer will get ya kneelhauled if not suffer Harrigan's wrath. You need to be patient and wait for the right time."
Kroop my dearest Lucille gives him a beaming smile
I am literally a quarter Lust Demon, I worship 2 demon Lords, as well as the God of ultraviolent mercenary murderhobos. As such I consider myself an expert on ugly a#&!~$%$s.
You are a surprisingly decent man, all things considered.
Dont let anyone take that from you, including me btw. .
She finishes with a smile some men would start a fight for.
"Sandara has the right of it, that would be dumb Chisomo, real dumb. So I'm not in. They sleep all five together - Scourge, Plugg, Kline, Peppery and the stitcher-man. You couldn't get in quiet enough with a crowbar to avoid waking them all. Mind though, Grok likely has a crowbar somewhere in the quartermasters stores ...
Chisomo's expression only darkens. "Fine. No, you're right. Five is too many. I'll find a better time."
At the peak of the heat of the day, Plugg calls on everyone to his side. Beside his feet are 4 crab cages.
"The captain wants to have crab cooked for dinner. You are to swim up north to that coral reef nearby and collect as much as you can carry before swimming back."
"I could join in too." Plugg turned around to see Samms among them as well. "From what I've heard, I'm the only one with actual fishing experience."
"Fine," Plugg grunts. "You can join them too. But don't stay out there for long."
Djir is clearly nervous as he speaks up "I'm sorry Mister Plugg, but ya press-ganged the wrong rat for this job. I don't know how to swim!"
Lucille looks from Cnut to herself and back, and gaze implying
Do I lugg him around or do you?
Arkhan practically jumps overboard to get some time off this boat!
The druid does the backstroke to the reefs. He then smiles as he sacks some crabs.
Once he spots a fat juicy fish, the druid asks the storm waters for Guidance.