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Attack 2 Unarmed strike/Tail Spike, Holy Strike, smite, channel force: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 171d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 211d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Damage: 1d8 + 1d6 + 13 ⇒ (4) + (3) + 13 = 201d8 + 1d6 + 13 ⇒ (5) + (4) + 13 = 221d6 + 1d6 + 13 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 13 = 18

Aurora, pay no attention to name posted

Donovan takes out his flask and pours it out. "Too long have I wallowed in self-pity. I let Solomon down. I swear to do whatever I can to make up for it."

Donovan spends the days while you were gone recruiting crew per Silas's instructions. You don't always get what you want:)

Diplomacy checks to recruit crew while you were gone:
diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Three of the days he is successful.
Day One recruiting: 1d10 + 40 ⇒ (4) + 40 = 44 type: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (18) + 30 = 48
Day Two recruiting: 1d10 + 40 ⇒ (5) + 40 = 45 type: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (12) + 30 = 42
Day Four recruiting: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 type: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (14) + 30 = 44

Day one 44% of desired 60 abled seaman =26 12 seamen, 14 able seamen
Day two 42% of desired 60 abled seaman =25 11 seamen, 14 able seamen
Day four 46% of desired 60 abled seaman = balance of 9 4 seamen, 5 able
seamen.

For a total of:
27 seamen
33 able seamen

"Jenkie, help me get the jolly boat into the water!" The ship is about as close to land as it can get.

Capt Donovan attempts to break grapple
grapple check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 CMD=28

"Raise anchor Mr. Barnes." Turning to Silas, "So where exactly is this cove?"

"Jenkie can take second watch and wake me for third. I need some sleep, zzzzz....."

The captain, full of drink, starts to sing:

"That Blatcher’s Rum
Gods made the sugarcane grow where it's hot,
And teetotal abstainers to grow where it’s not,
Let the Sin Boson warn of perdition to come,
We'll drink it, and chance it, so bring on the rum.

When they finally die and are sunk in the clay,
Their bodies are pickled and never decay,
On the morning of judgment, when the skies are rolled back,
They'd stroll from their graves up the long golden track,
And their voices would echo throughout Kingdom Come,
As they toast the Archons in That Blatcher’s Rum!"

He stumbles out of the Runaground and yells down the pier,"Jenkie! Make rready to sail! We got a cus-s-tomer!"