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[dice=con]d20+1

Day action:
[dice=Diplomacy]d20+5
Greetings, I am Vikla, formerly of the Icebrytar, got cast overboard uring a storm and a naughty Kraken. You would be the quartermaster? I can assist stretching out our freshwater supply by creating 4 gallons of freshwater, although it disappears afer 24 hours if not consumed. I can also magically mend things, but that takes a bit more time then the freshwater creation.
She then gets back to her duty.

[dice=con]d20+1

Vilka is brought before the ships boatswain and master-at-arms, "You, can keep yer poisoned brew, Wez not be drinkin' it. Give her to Mr. Plugg while I decide what to do with her."

Plugg set her to scrubbing the decks for the day, joining several other of the crew.

Mr Scourge takes out his cat and whips the air next to the rail where you are going in the water, Get swimmin or in the hot box yot go

Pulling out the gnome who just showed up, "[b]Thar ya be. Now wheres that goblin, eh?[b]"

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Master Scourge cracks the whip at Laroisael, "Get a move on, the captain ain't gonna wait on ya scalley wags. He then starts counting, `1-2-3-4, That's only four. There was supposed to be six. looking at the six pirates with him now Search the room for the other two. If they don't come out they'll be keel hauled tomorrow!"

Before you can do much more than sit up, however, several pairs of heavy footsteps enter the dark room, and the harsh light of a lantern painfully
spears your eyes.
Master Scourge, the Wormwood’s boatswain, master-at-arms, and infamous disciplinarian, has entered the hold to wake the PCs and get them up to the main deck. Six rough-looking Wormwood pirates, armed with saps, accompany him. An expression that might be mistaken for pain but which is clearly an attempt at a smile bruises Scourge’s face as he cracks the whip in his hand and screams at you.

"“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!”

The PCs quickly discover that most, if not all, of their weapons and equipment are gone.