Alright, mateys, I be feelin' sufficiently brushed up fer another round! So down ye another glass of high-seas adventarrr, and we'll see who be left standin' fer more after!
Turn 16 - A course fer adventarrr!Chart meself a course t' adventure, o' course!
(5) Right then! With all that mess sorted out, ye can properly focus on yer map!
"East becomes West... sun goes to rest... in the North be a land..." Well, that sounds like somewhere in th' Pacific to ye. That be a damned long way, whether 'round either Cape but shorter frm' here t' go round Cape Horn. In yer estimate, it'd be about 3 months till ye reach th' other side o' Panama, and half that time t' reach the tip o' South America. Ye've 166 portions o' grub left, ta divide 'tween 14 crew members, so enough fer about 11 days. Ye'll need ta be stoppin' at some point 'long th' way. Lest, o' course, ye find a ship ta practice yer piratey ways upon!
Sir 'round longer 'cause I still be feelin'... interestin'.
(3) Th' visions be gettin' a little less mad, though yer head still hurts. Should be better by tomorrow.
"Aye, it smells cinnamony! Whatevarrr, bettarrrr get those hides up as a sail before 'ey start to rot!" Finish tanning the skins and put them on the mast as a sail.
(3) It not be th' prettiest nor th' most frragrant sail, but it'll get th' job done.
"Hooray! Now I don't need t' be shoved off at th' next port!"
Go do something productive.
(1) Ye make the GM swear ne'er ta tell a soul what happened. Th' new voices in yer head arr bad enough...
We still be in
SAILING MODE. I be makin' th' workings a wee bit moarr clearrr:
Ye all need not post an action, but ye can if ye want. Th' Capn' posts where to go, an ye'll sail there fer however many days. I'll roll fer each day ta see if ye encounter anythin', an deduct frm' yer provisions if not.
Just fer a reminder: Ye were not adequately provison'd at th' onset, leavin earrrly as ye did, an' yer doctor has a time-sensetive problem, though the lubber ain't mention'd it to the Cap'n yet.