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His voice was perhaps the worst thing she'd come across on this ship. Or maybe that was still her headache. Ratline? She was just going to assume that was a person. And sure enough she soon found out it was indeed a person. Kind of. Man, that fish was starting to look like great company.

She spared only a glance at his fingers and heaved a heavy breath. Gods Above, today was going to be a glorious adventure wasn't it? Working the sails with a headache and a halfling, though she suspected he had ratfolk in his lineage. That or he just got real unlucky as a wee one in his mum's stomach.

She eyed him though, just idly curious. "How long ye been on t'e crew... Ratline, aye?" While she spoke in a relatively normal tone she worked, not entirely accustomed to this work.

Profession: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Excuse me, do Ah look like Ah 'ave wings to ye? T'at's false mockin' your doin' t'ere, Shortstone," she stated, not bothering to recite his entire name. Not out of disrespect, just disinterest. "Name's Diah."

Gods above, she begged for the strength and patience to not toss him overboard.

She made her way back down, glancing the other bird's way. "T'e color red? Might I inquire if t'at's a joke or ye out 'ere lookin' fer somet'in', ol' bird?" She returned his half smile before letting her talons meet the deck.

She wasn't going to test fate and move faster than she needed to, honestly. What point was there in doing such? She glanced up with a small smirk at the boasting of the gnome. What obnoxious creatures that race. She wasn't going to respond though. She simply focused on her task at hand. She wouldn't admit it out loud at this moment but she did share the idea of tossing the gnome over board. Maybe he dreamed of being a bird, considering he'd scrambled his way up to the Crow's Nest so fast.

Climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

From the lower decks all the way to the top. She put her hands over her eyes for a moment, adjusting to the new brightness but there wasn't any particular fear in her. Her lovely 'companions', or guards, were sort of standard in appearance for Pirates. She was on the bad end of the situation, sure, but it wasn't terribly unusual to see.

Of course she grinned at the sight and smell of the ocean. She had to play respectful and look to the captain when he drew the attention. She was shaking. Really. But they were very serious she knew. Step lightly then. The fish had managed to back-sash and live. Perhaps she'd get away with it? No. Best to not.

Obediently, and happily, Diah went with the other recruits to the mast of the ship. Upon the order to go, she closed her fingers around the rigging and hoisted herself up.

Climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Diah had just been ready to attempt an escape from her bindings when the footsteps rang out. And now they were graced with thugs. Glorious times abound. She waited with a bored and mildly cranky expression on her face as the men released her from the awkward position she was in.

"s'nice bein' able to walk. Would be a ton better wit' out the head pains," she commented under her breath but obediently obeyed the shoving and prodding.

"More t'en happy, sir," she repeated the other bird but more sarcastic than the other.

Seeing the other tengu awake she opened her mouth to speak, softly mind you, But the fishy terror beside them awoke. She spared a few moments to look over the creature and would have returned her attention to the other bird. But the woman began screaming. She let out a heavy sigh. So much for subtly or the sure-fire hope that the pirates wouldn't know they'd awakened.

Diah glanced at the male among them when he spoke about food. "Why do ye assume we'll be food?" she asked. What a curious view on this situation. She was more worried about being tossed overboard honestly. Swimming was not her strongest trait.

Upon waking up Diah became aware of a few things. One, she ached something fierce; In multiple places, mind you. Two, she was not where she had been before. And after a few more moments she slowly began to realize she was on a ship. By the power of simple deduction, she reasoned it was the pirate ship. The third and final thing, she wasn't the only one chained up. She was on the ship, this was a very good thing. She was prisoner on the ship, not so good thing. That was actually a pretty rotten thing actually. But the weight on her arms proved she was not without arms and not defenseless. First things first though, figure out who her new 'buddies' were.

She shifted her way over and tried her damnedest to tap and nudge her foot against or toward what she assumed was another tengu. Unconscious if she was correct. She assumed she'd get better conversation out of him than the fish. But she didn't know many merfolk to compare that too.