Turn 14 - Now that be dealt with...Runesworth Rips off of one of the arms, and beats the dead figure with it. He then chucks the arm into the water, and tries to retrieve his ship grappling ballista bolt from the other ship
(6) Ye tear th' arm off so hard it takes th' guts out too, splatterin' ye in the most foul gore ye ever did smell. (3) Now needin' an excuse to take a dunk, ye jump overboard on'ter the boards o' the adjacent wreck. She be full o' cracks now and so easy to climb, so ye quickly reach yer daft thingamabob and work it free. Ye manage ta recover the grapple-head, but the shaft an' cable be lost.
Aye! Finally some squid. Better be weaving them into me beard then. Oh, an' also tell that stowaway t' try an' get some more booty of th' other ship with that contraption o' his.
(5) Such a fine beard weaver ye be, those eight braids o' yers already strike terror into the hearts o' men! With th' addition o' these squides woven in expert'ly, ye be a right fearsome First Mate ta behold! ARR! So manly do ye feel that ye simply must give orders! With yer bellowin' drivin' him, Runesworth rummages through th' wreck an' finds (2) nothin' of interest.
WHAT THE BLAZES D'YE THINK YE'RE DOIN' STANDIN' AROUND? GET UP OFF THAT FLAMING CURSED WRECK! I BE CHECKIN' ME SHIP FER DAMAGES! CARPENT'R, BE READY T' GET T' WORK! STOWAWAY, DID YE FIND ANYTHIN' O' NOTE ON THE WRECK? DIPLOMAT, ESCORT THE STOWAWAY T' A CABIN T' BE DEBRIEFED IN A MO'! WHERE IN THE NAME O' XANTALOS IS ME DOCTOR? I NEED A STATUS REPORT ON WHAT THOSE THINGS WERE!
*Pant, pant*
After bellowin' out yer orders, ye find (1) to yer dismay that the main sail be completely gone! Seems ta have burned away...
Follow the cap'n's orders an' escort the loony that can't decide whetherr he be a pirate or a landlubberr. Then if I gots the time, I'll search for the doc' in order to give me somethin' for me impressive bump.
Ye call ta th' apparent loony as he climbs back aboard an' lead him t' an empty cabin, an smellin 'im, also tell 'im ta wash up quick as he can. (2) Ye figure ta find th' good Dr., but he be a bit preoccupied at th' moment.
"Cap'n, you were askin' fer a report? Here." Daniel shows the captain the page on the rat's curse, being careful to hide his bite wound
"Person'lly, if I have a say in these matters, I'd say we leave that ship - or what's left of it - alone fer now. We're fairly lucky that nob'dy died."
Daniel proceeds to check-up on the crews health, and also assesses the diplom't for a concussion.
After a tussle like this, it only be sense ta give everyone a once-over.
(3) The Capn' seems physically fine, though even after this be over he seems ta be in a bloody terrible rage.
(1) The First Mate be too covered in squid ta examine prop'rly, an ye be worried about th' risk o' septic infection frm' all that squid if he has any lesions 'o the skin.
(3) Yer sure the Quartermaster would be fine, if ye could find 'im
(4) Gunnery-Officer Scelly be fine, as far as ye can tell
(6) Lalassa seems ta have suffered quite th' bump ta th' noggin, so ye give her a tincture ta reduce th' blood flow ta th' head. This has th' side-effect o' makin' her delerious.
(3) Ye wipe down th' bite. Well, at least ye can be sure it won't get any mundane infection.
(1) Ye feel it best ta amputate th' poor gunner's mangled foot instead o splintin' it. It did take a shot fr'm a blunderbuss, after all.
(5) Lyle seems not only fine but right damn cocky, havin' shot down beasties left an right like somethin' superhuman.
(2) Nothing be out o' th' ordinary w' Wolfchild.
(2) Ye ask that th' loony be washed 'afore ye examine him.
"Great job, mates! Now, let's haul the 10 pounder outta the hold!"
Try and haul the cannon out of the hold with my gunnery crew.
(4) Fortunately, it seems th' lads have done this before, an' they pull it out right quick. Which makes ye wonder why they be so well practiced at pullin' loose cannons out o' holds.
Lyle puts his pistols away and grins.
"Seems we finished all them lubbers off," he muses.
Put a bit o' cloth or summat over my face an' walk up t' see everyone and ask how it went.
(6 but it not be much o' an action) Ye grab yer hanky an walk out th' door. Seein' all the' carnage, ye start laughin' uncontrollably. Which leads ta coughin'.
CHeck tha' ship fer any damage the blighters mau ave caused
(3) It mainly be wee gouges an' scratches, nothin' that needs repairs, but their be a sizable hole in th' gun-deck floor, an' the main sail be completely burnt away. The former ye can fix wi'out too much botherin', but the sail may be a problem.
Arr, the imediate crisis now be dealt with.
Now it be up ta th' Capn' to chart a course. Do ye seek th' next nearest port ta get repairs? Or do ye press on in search o' treasure?
Be specific on where ye want ta go, if ye can.Location: at sea near Questionable Archipelago
Lattitude: Equatorial
Hemisphere: Western
-Adjacent to xxXX Barely Floating Wreck XXxx
-Main sail completely gone
-Hole in Gundeck
-Other damage inconsequential
-13 days until Dr. Actorgambler turns
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