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Dexterity: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Climb/Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Daytime

With a good night's rest and a belly full of vichyssoise behind her, Bellara faces her day with aplomb. The blonde Taldan is practically brimming with cheer as she climbs the masts, knots the rigging and hoists sails with enthusiasm. Aided by her swiftness and innate sense of balance, Bell's work goes by smoothly. She is pleased to find a halfling working beside her. The long arms and the missing fingers don't bother her one bit, she's seen such injuries at the shipyards in Taldor.

As Bell ties a complicated knot in the rigging, she turns to the halfing. Her smile is genuine, unlike the last time she attempted conversation with her shipmates. "It's good to be working up here today, isn't it? I'd take a day up here where the sun and wind are fair over having to spend a day below decks. If there's anything I can do to help you out, let me know. My name's Bellara, by the way. What's yours?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Nighttime

Once dinner is out of the way and Bellara has enough rum in her to consider performing again, she waits until Diego has done his performance for the night. After the tattooed man finishes, Bell stands, carefully smoothing down her jacket to give herself time to quiet her nerves. After the last performance, she willed this one to be more in line with what she was capable of. Striding confidently to the middle of the tables in the galley, she belts out a slow, pensive ballad. The words are in halfling, but the melancholy sentiment is clear in the melody, no matter the language.

Éist le mo chroí,
Go brónach a choích'
Tá mé caillte gan tú
's do bhean chéile.
An grá mór i do shaoil
Treoraí sé mé.
Bígí liomsa i gcónaí
Lá 's oích'.

Smaointe, ar an lá
'Raibh sibh ar mo thaobh
Ag inse scéil
Ar an dóigh a bhí
Is cuimhin liom an lá
Gan ghá 's gan ghruaim
Bígí liomsa i gcónaí
Lá 's oích'.

Without a single instrument accompanying her, Bellara's voice fills the galley, strong and pure. The song's words have always moved her, it spoke of something she longed for but never had. Tears begin to wet her lashes. Her eyes slide closed as she recalls the song taught to her by one of the older shipyard workers during her youth. She lets the song trail away after the last note, tossing a small nod at Diego.

Once she has a chance to slip away, she checks in with her friends. Frustrated with the locks she encountered while trying to explore, Bellara is eager for any news about their new ship. "Has anyone been successful at finding anything useful? I was thwarted by locks each time I tried!"

The song is Smaointe by Enya. I've always used Irish for the Halfling language, so I thought this was appropriate. Thanks for the clarification, Lodestone. Also, if there is a chance to get a dagger from Doc, Bell would like to be armed. I also made the assumption that the vichyssoise was served to everyone for dinner. If not, my apologies!

Bellara's eyes widen as she catches Shaeda's look. If the halfling thinks that I'm the one to talk ourselves out of this situation, she is sadly mistaken. Ah well, but one does what one is capable of.

Letting a smirk settle upon her lips, the Taldan girl casually reaches up to grab Aretta's arm draped around her. With the lacy frill at her sleeve falling over her hand, it hides her intent as she turns her hand inward and closes it around Aretta's flesh. Bell takes the opportunity to squeeze tightly, digging her nails in the woman's exposed forearm, silently reminding Aretta of the solid blows that she and Shaeda delivered quite recently. A semblance of truth would be the woman’s wiser course of action here, or there will be consequences.

She turns to stare coldly at Aretta, though her words are aimed at Plugg. "Sir, I believe that this woman's eyesight must still be plagued by sleep if she dreamed up such a scenario. Certainly none of what transpired involved kissing, jealousy, or anything of the sort. Your new crew members,” she pauses, her other hand indicating herself and her four other fellow captives, ”were merely stowing their hammocks away and getting ready for the day’s shift up top. Now, I’m certain that with this lady here being more than awake now, she will realize what she said and inform you of everyone’s intent to merely go about their duties which are of utmost importance here. Don't you agree?” She jostles Aretta's arm for emphasis.

"I mean, who has time for other things when there is so much work to be done on this ship. Am I right?" Another jostle.

Bellara flicks her gaze meaningfully at Shaeda as if to say that she has to do her part too.

Intimidate and long winded chatter aimed at Aretta to influence her attitude to help them talk their way out of this mess. If the Influence Attitude is successful, rolling the duration below too.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Influence Attitude duration: 1d6 ⇒ 1 x 10 minutes

Caution drives Anjali to cast a spell to ward against the weather on herself before the sun gets hot enough to bake the sand beneath them. Soon enough though, Bartan's panting becomes too pronounced for her to endure. He likely made such sounds in that woman's company last night, she thought peevishly.

Still, Anjali marches over to Bartan, her back ramrod straight. She utters a few words, smacking his shoulder harder than was necessary to deliver a spell that required touch.

"There," she says tightly before marching back to her spot next to Khayal and Avenka.

Spent 2 Endure Elements spells. Not sure if that takes care of the NL damage for Bartan.