Boabdil's page

"Alright..." Captain Boabdil looks to Garborn and gestures to his staff... "You need a week, aye?"
"Unless someone here's a woodcraft'n wonder, we'll send a couple crewman in a launch to Hell Harbor to buy oar heads and fittings... maybe some tools if there's something more we need. Rest of us drop anchor closer to shore, make camp, find some lumber, repair the ships...." he trails off.. looking to you for thoughts or comments....

Captain Boabdil shakes his lowered head and "tsks" sympathetically before bringing up plans for setting a heading.
"I'd given thought to heading to shore to make repairs, but.. if that witch still lives... I say we limp along to Hell Harbor. Aye?"

Most of the crew goes below to checks for breaches, Boabdil turns to you with a grim look.
"Deal with this however you can... We can have two launches in the water if you need. Get Ekjori and Bill Pug back on the ship.
Kill the sea witch... and her spoils are yours alone."

Ekjori and Bill Pug are now standing and looking to you. Four unknown Mwangi men rush to the edge of the islet - three pull back one who tries to swim for your ship. Two women pale complexion, but burned red stand huddled together in the center of the islet.

The reef is difficult to see - it looks like an unmoving cloud of dark and light meringue or lava rock.. with spiky "tendrils" - all the same hue as the water itself.

each launch will hold six medium-sized.

Boabdil frowns, concerned. "Think we may've drifted too close to shore. I can't see this current carrying us close enough to the reef islet."
"How are we coming along?", he asks the group crafting an interim windcatcher.

"Aye." Boabdil knocks First Mate Du'bing on the shoulder - who yells out "Weigh anchor!"

Boabdil adds to the command "Eyes on all sides. I want Dub at the helm. All other hands gather up what we have to work with."

He beckons Aersten, Gatherine, Garborn, Iolana, Marco, and Tusara.
"Crew can sail, but I need you to do whatever you can do to keep us alive. Once we are clear of these waters, that ship.." He points to the Tamarind "and its cargo is ours.. all of us. We in this together, aye?"

"Iolana and I are giving thought to cutting the mast to the Moana Tarqona to replace the Tamarind's." He points to the bigger ship's mast damage is mostly at the very top. The undamaged portion of it is tall enough for the Tamarind.

"We can craft a new mast for the Moana Tarqona... " He points to the Island of Devil's Arches.. "Good straight trees. Four or five days... maybe a week to finish."

"Good to meet you, Master Enrotheld." Boabdil bows.. less formally.

He looks out as Marco refers to the reef islet, and nods somberly.
"Aye. It'd be good to plan and act quick. Miss Gath is prolly right... looks like a trap. I hear you say the ship may drift that way.. if left to the current and waves? Be safer than a launch or a swim, eh?"

When she came upon the dusky Boabdil,she greeted him and welcomed his safe recovery,relieved to see he hadn't been slain.Oi!! Happy day,indeed.Missed you.Worried you'd been murdered.

Stepping away from the interrogation, Boabdil smiles big, and knocks Gatherine's shoulder with a fist. "Good to be seeing you, Miss Gatherine. I'm still waiting to see how much is too much for you to lug around witchoo." He steps around her to see the new bag. "Sharkskin, eh? Good.. good. Keeps the water out."

Boabdil nods to Iolana, and gives the order... "Bring him out."
Three of the crewman lead the bound Captain Craw to you, and lash him to the mast. As they do so, Boabdil comments.. grumbling dryly "Few better ways to learn about someone than to see them face the man who'd sell them to fishfolk."

Boabdil leans into Craw's personal space "My friends here are going to ask you some questions." He keeps eye contact for a moment before moving from Craw, and motioning for you to go ahead.

Current conditions give a +2 to Interrogation. Boabdil's presence gives an additional +2 to Intimidate or Diplomacy... until a roll is missed by 5 or more. The more specific the question, the harder it is for him to "blather".

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

The remaining crew of the Moana Tarqona cross onto the Tamarind to reunite with their allies and friends. Interrogation of the Captain and his two remaining slaver/pirates, as well as discussion of the current situation is kept for when Iolana wakes.

Iolana regains consciousness in about an hour. Boabdil, Captain of the Moana Tarqona immediately calls for a meeting to discuss the matters at hand.

He nods a welcome to the newcomers, then gets too business. "We must decide our next move. We know these pirates brought us here to sell to this sea witch. We know they received us from their allies - who took us and your research from our ship. Those pirates... Morbel the big gnome and his shipmates must have or have sold your research."

He sighs and grumbles a cuss in Bonuwat. "We lost Bill Pug and Ekjori to the fishmen." He gestures for Du'Bing - who hands him a spyglass. Boabdil points to the horizon. "Six out there... thousand feet out look like they're passed out on top of the water... must be an islet in the reef." He looks through the spyglass before holding it out for another to look. "Hard to tell, but I think Bill Pug and Ekjori are among'em."

Some options (in addition to discussing what Boabdil's brought up)...
Profession (sailor) rolls to check status of ships
Perception checks to see the islet in more detail
Interrogate prisoners
Diplo (gather info) freed crew - some may have overheard things
Know geography (maps and charts are laid out... you might pick up something.
know nature rolls for some insight on monstrous sea humanoids.

The Sargavan coast comes into view. Boabdil - who has served as first mate to Captain Cale, calls out to cut the sails.
Boabdil groans, and growls.
As you near the rail, he translates his displeasure with clipped speech and just a hint of a polyglot diction. "Busy day at Eleder Harbor." He points out the anchored ships blocked off at the jetties - stone walls studded with watchtowers at the mouth of the bay. Boabdil gestures toward the two gaps in the barricade-like structure. "They don't let many big ships in all at once... could be here.. long time. Take a jolly boat to Lower Harbor if want. Been out in the wilds long time, aye?"

Over the past few days at sea, Tol, Gelik, and Mugambi had been conspiring over the idea of buying up a tavern. They now seem quite serious, and quickly take Boabdil up on his offer. They take one of the jolly boats to shore to "shop around" for some property with potential.

The crew is in no hurry to leave. A seasonal spiritual gathering they make a point to attend occurs a few weeks from now.. not terribly far inland from Eleder. You've decided to sell the information you've gleaned from the ruins. To the highest bidder with at least a modicum of moral fiber. You have the luxury of time - to feel out the worth of your discoveries, before beginning to entertain offers from factions likely to have interest.

You hear the wind pick up outside and the boat starts rocking a bit .. not too viciously, but the calm has ended. Two sailors come down from the deck into the dining area to tell the First Mate they need to speak with him .. while they are there they each chug a bowl of stew before walking out with Alton.
"I'm sorry .. excuse me again."

Alton walks past the dining area .. and then back toward the kitchen, this time with an axe .. You hear him smash the door down and yell at Gatherine until she finally enters the dining area..

Dinnertime rolls around you are all on the first of two dinner "shifts" The dinner table is made up of roughly half crew, half passengers.. Averin, Mugambi, Iolana, Gelik, and Cahill on one side
Tol, Gatherine's place setting, Mauersberger, Sasha Nevah, Alton on the other. The Captain's place setting is at the head of the table.

You have been sitting for a few minutes, and can hear a bit of a racket from the kitchen..
Alton gets up .. "I'll check on things in the kitchen .. please help yourselves to the wine and ale.."

The first mate intercepts Iolana .."Captains still sleepin .. he's been taking late nights at the wheel ever since Cahill and Mauersberger both passed out on duty."
"..put the dwarf girl on kitchen help .. Ebenezer's cooking might not be the best .. put I'm more concerned about his belief that the hot breath of a drunk and wipe of a sleeve makes a clean spoon..she can report to the kitchen after she is finished with her .. lounging"

He then tracks down Mugambi "Our passenger Ishirou has a minor injury when you get a chance.. " you would know where his cabin is .. one level down and near stairs

"Well .. good." he says this like a man not used to things going smoothly.. "Much nicer to start with 'it's handled' when telling the captain about something such as this.."

One of the crew returns having retrieved the first mate. First Mate Alton gives Mugambi a 'that's enough' look.. he then looks at Gatherine, the mess on the deck, and turns to Tol "A stowaway ....and you know each other?" He leans in toward Gatherine and speaks plainly, without a hint of hostility or humor "You're on the ship now .. we aren't about to throw you over. But, if you can't pay your way.. you work, if you don't work.. we turn you in at port. Now get cleaned up .. you (points to a sailor) help Tol clear out the storage area near his accommodations."