The Formidably Maid was in fine form the previous night. Ales and wines flowed, the bards plied their trade for the patrons, stories were traded and plates of food flavored with spices from around the world were consumed. It was a night to remember for all time!
Too bad you can't remember how it ended.
Waking up is difficult, far more difficult than usual, even if your system is used to heavy drinking. Everyone's head is aching like a battleaxe is buried in it. Sleeping on this hard wooden floor probably isn't helping matters. Nor is the fact that the floor seems to be moving, swaying rhythmically. As the ringing in their ears begins to subside, every person in the room can hear a regular creaking noise.
Anyone who manages to open their eyes finds themselves in a dark room with wooden walls and floor. Around them, five more beings are just starting to wake up. Some may be familiar from the night before...
Before this information can be properly processed, though, the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard approaching. Suddenly, a bright beam of light spills onto the group, burning the eyes of everyone it falls upon. The light comes from a lantern held by a man, flanked by a group of other rough-looking individuals.
The man swings a whip above the heads of the awakening group, unleashing an ear-splitting crack that only exacerbates the lingering headache, "Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!”
Each member of the newly pressganged group comes to realize that all of their belongings have been taken from them. The men standing over them are armed with saps, plus the man with the whip.
Here we go!
