Cut-Throat Grok's page

Everyone gets rope and hooks.

"Less taking, more arming. Next!" Grok shouts.

"I don't think he will get away with lashes." Grok replies. "Stealing from the captain is a bad idea."

Grok turns around and sees Jakes Magpie. She is quickly at the place and grabs Jakes at the neck. "Who has a key to what?" She quickly goes through the pocket of the struggling man and finds the key replica and the item he grabbed from the store.

"My, my, the captain will not be happy when he hears of that." Grok states, pockets the items and drops Magpie. She then returns to her entertainment.

"Maybe later." Grok closes the hatch, comes out of the door and locks it. Then she goes upstairs to get her ration of grog.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see me yesterday evening?" Grok replies in an annoyed tone. "Here, take this brush. His name is Pete. You can talk to him all day long while you scrub this floor."

"I'm fine. You know, I still have work to do. Go pester someone else."

Suddenly Grok's face appears in the opening. "Yes. Do you have a silver?"

About being bored she replies "I usually shut up about it. Or do you want extra work?"

I agree. And if that doesn't work, maybe a swim check? :P

Grok hands over three of the candy and takes the silver coins.

The black sticks are licorice and that tastes nothing like candy.

"Potions start at 50 gold. And that is not one to to fly." Grok replies with that - you don't have that kind of money anyway - look.

"If you don't have the coin, you don't need to know what I have, do you?"

"This chest has daggers and other weapons, and this has magical potions." Grok explains.

"But you look like you want to buy candy. One silver for you." She grabs something from a drawer, that looks like a small stick made of tar or soemthing.

"Pirating? And some of the mundane stuff we buy in the harbor we left from."

"But I guess you have to do some pirating of your own, before you can buy stuff here. Or do you have coins"

Inside it looks a lot like Janes Gordon's general store in Oakstead. Stuffed with all kinds of gear. There are also weapons inside and some locked chests and a handful of lockers at one wall.

"A lot of things. If you have the coin to pay. Or if you have stuff you don't need, I might buy it."

"Ok. You know where you find me, if that changes."

Grok turns back to sorting through something you can't see from outside through the hatchet.

On their half stealthy approach to explore the ship they come past the the quartermaster's store. Grok spies them through the open hatch.

"Oh, hi. You need something?"

Currently winning at hog lob is a woman with large teeth, almost looking like tusks who has green skin.

Grok takes the stuff from Lito and some coins and hands back the desired items. "There ye have it. It's really sad that ye have ta leave." Grok tells as she sheds a tear. "I really like ye."

"Wanna give all that gold back ta the Captain, yeah?" Grok replies over a mug of wine. "Ye can have one. If ye have 250gold. Come, Ill give ye."

Grok hands out all the stuff that is hold in the locker with the newbie's stuff. Not getting the the irony in Lito's compliment she smiles back at him. "Here ye are. Something else I can do fer ye!"

"Stop schmoozin' me up already." Grok replies with a grin. "Who else has stuff t' get before I close up again?" she asks.

"Here take these." Grok replies and shoves two over and she also gives her the armor.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
"Sure. Which ones are your's" Grok asks laying out some knives she has lying around there.

Later that evening Grok comes along. "Hey guys. Good ta see ya up again. The Capt'n liked the reefclaws a lot. Ye can all come and get ye stuff back at me store."

"It's the same as with all of it. Whaddaya pay?" Grok asks with her most beautiful smile.

"Fer full coin ye get full armor." Grok jokes and hands Lito his leather armor back.

Grok looks somewhat confused. "Sure I can." she replies and accepts the gold.

"If ye have some booze I'd trade. Besides that. Not my problem." Grok replies with a smile.

"For ya... 10gold." Grok smiles at Lito. Assuming it was a leather armor.

"Nope. She is just an insolent wench that started calling me names I didn't even know when I told her she can't have it for free." Grok answers, her mood sinking.

"Well this all belongs to the Captain." Grok says with a stern expression and adds with a wink "But for a price..."

"That fiddle belonged to Rosie. But that bad mouthed wench is never going to get that from me." Grok tells.

Groks eyes grow wide. "These beasts got better food than me! We have ta find where they came from." Grok invites Lito in to check the store with her.

"I think ye're pulling my leg. So ye get one ta prove it." Grok states.

"Rats as big as my arm." Grok replies flexing her muscles. "Ye gotta be kidding me. Bring me one."

"Here. I like ya." Grok replies and hands Besmara the lamp and hook. "But if I ain't got it back when I close here you pay the full price."

"Poor girl. Can't ya see in the dark?" Grok jokes. "Twas a fine bottle of brandy. Do I get more of that if I give ya the lamp?"

"All on deck! I'll get the captain." Grok shouts.

Grok pushes through the crowd, stares into the bilge and demands to know "What are ye doing down there! Are ye trying ta sink the ship?"

"Nay. I'll enjoy me blessing alone." Grok replies.

Grok might have come to the conclusion that this bottle was in that backpack to start with. But not after the second mug of rum and not with her superstition. She hands the backpack over to Besmara without looking away from the bottle with a blissful grin on her face. "Yeah!"

Grok checks the locker and pulls out the dark red backpack. She puts it on top of a barrel and opens it. Inside is a grooming kit, some daggers, some dice, a pack of cards, a ball of twine, some chalk and a fine bottle of five year old brandy. Grok takes the bottle out, her face a mix of surprise and disbelief.

Grok listens to the story sitting bored in her corner holding her mug taking a swallow now and then. But the prospective of her rum turning to water has her on her toes in no time. "Ye come with me." she demands dragging her through the galley and to the store where she unlocks the door. "Which is yer stuff?"

"Ta be the one who gets ta do the toying is more fun indeed." Grok cat calls at Trytton.
And a new friend is made.

"But ye know that I'm an officer meself, right?" Grok replies with a smirk but evades answering the question.

"How long you been on the boat?"

"It's been a few month I think." Grok replies and then adds louder and a wide gesture "Do I look like I count the days?"

"I'm no good fer nuthin' else." Grok replies with a chuckle.

"Five gold a bottle." Grok replies with a happy grin in her face.

@Noonan. Syl hangs in chains in the bilge. I guess you checked the jobs on the wrong page. In discussion was just for me to see if I could get a better formatting.

"Rope costs ye one gold." Grok answers. Se puts the bottles away and takes a coil of rope from a hook putting it on the counter.

"What can ye pay for?" Grok asks back while ogling the bottles in her hand licking her lips.

Grok is in the quartermaster’s store at this time of day and has the serving hatch open. As she sees Trytton her eyes brighten. "Ye have me drink?

Grok stands there with a mug in hand grinning "Dat's a party as I like dem."

Having more levels than ye helps a lot in brawls :P