Look around to see if it is possible to jump from the dock onto the ship or vice versa. Follow up the gangplank, but remain silient.
You guess it's about ten feet, give or take. You're not very keen on your chances of making it, even if you took off your heavy armor. Maybe only a fifty percent chance of falling screaming into the bottomless abyss forever.
Fortunately, the Dwarves have no way to raise the gangplank against your party-they cannot, in fact, operate any part of the ship at all. Without the keys you're all holding right now.
"Maybe. We'll see what happens when we talk to them. Speaking of which..."
Morazin confidently strides up to the gangplank and walks aboard the ship. "Hello there!"
((Diplomacy roll to not immediately get ganked or something))
((well that's certainly a minor don't get ganked roll success there))
The family jumps up in fright-literally. The children drops their toy swords and the girl squeaks her flute in frightfully high note. It might be comical if they didn't think you were going to slaughter them.
But...something about Morazin seems to calm them down. Perhaps it is calm demeanor, or his trusting air. The older Dwarven women takes her children and shoos them into a nearby tent, while the older dwarf reaches down and takes a heavy two handed mallet from a nearby chest. It looks like it was made skillfully from two table legs bolted together and a piece of masonry on top carved into a rough rams head.
He keeps it over his shoulder, and does not brandish it in a hostile manner, and approaches.
"Hail there Strangers. Might I inquire, what to the reason is of your visit to our humble, eh, home? With such a...well armed and warlike group?" He speaks, with a hint of Dwarvish pride.
He dips his head a moment, seeming to realize this, and subdues himself a bit.
"...we paid our...taxes...this week. You'll have no complaints from us, but, we've paid our dues. Sirs."