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Simon stands with the halfling's help. "Thanks, mate. Not quite as able on the netting as you, it appears." He presses his hand to the gash on his forehead. He felt nauseous, and was unable to interject that he was a fine cook before the job was assigned to the woman. It was a lie, but he knew being a cook's aid was far preferable to being a swab. He stood, feeling as if he was would pass out at any moment, awaiting the foul-looking and smelling man's orders.
Simon was torn - he had little desire to work for the angry looking and sounding man who ordered him up the rigging, but he also assumed, based on his previous vessel, that this man held some authority. Perhaps working for and impressing him would help Simon's status aboard the ship. The latter won out - aided by the fear of receiving a lashing from those who woke him from his slumber only a few minutes ago. He stepped towards the rigging and began his amateur attempt to climb. At first, Simon moved smoothly and easily up the netting. After getting about 15' up, he began to falter. The previous evening's effects began to take hold, and he felt his stomach churn. He lost his grip for a moment, recovered, and then lost it again as he fell to the deck. His body hit the wood with a thud. He was mostly embarrassed, and largely unharmed. He began his next ascent. The fall had tweaked his knee, and made even getting started difficult. He managed to get a few feet up the net, before falling back to the deck in frustration. Eager to overcome his previous embarrassment, he got right back up and began again. Unfortunately, by this time, the netting was wet with sweat and blood and he once again fell to the deck, this time suffering a slightly more serious injury. Wincing against the pain, he glanced towards the whip-wielding man and decided the deck was slightly more forgiving. So he began again. After a rough start, he finally got some momentum, and began scaling the netting with some success. Feeling good about himself, he got a bit cocky and his foot got caught in netting. He tried to free himself, but overcompensated and once again fell to the deck below. This fall was less humorous - Simon was seriously injured. He was still conscious, but he laid still, hoping the pain - and his predicament - would vanish when awoke from this nightmare.
Climb Checks: - Success - 5'
"Hrm..yes..sausage..sounds delicious. But not the spicy type. More mild...excellent..." Simon said, before rolling back over. He reached for his pillow, and failing to find it, opened his eyes for the first time. He took in his surrounding, but didn't quite know what to make of what he saw. "Where...what...Gods!..." he sat up straight. "Where am I?!?" Without thinking about what he was doing, he stood with the others, swaying only slightly - he had been far more inhibited than this before. He looked at the menacing-looking individuals, and eager to avoid taking a beating, he follows the others up the stairs. |
