"Honestly, I'm fine," Lera joined Shanolia and Singe on the floor in front of Polly. "Super angel-blood powers, I can heal myself... Sort of." The sorcerer turned to Polly. "Pols, you are an absolute legend and I am so glad you're safe."

Singe stands up and backs away from Polly, raising his hands in a defensive position. He mouths "I did not do this" and stands next to Alton.

"I want you here," Lera murmured into Polly's ear, squeezing her tightly. "And you are just as much an adventurer, if not more, than me. When I was your age, I would never have been so brave as to sneak onto a Flaming Fist ship and befriend a weird."

Alton smirks and says, "You know... we could both be hiding in her hidey-hole..." 

Grasalfan speaks up finally, his arms still clenched around a pillar in the room. "What does it look like up there?  Is there much damage?" He asks. 

Not hearing anymore screams of help Perrin thinks about going to see Frank but, decides against it because he is likely busy on the top deck. When he arrives back Perrin is glad to see that everyone is back together and safe. However, he cannot help but think of all the terrible things that could happen as the night continues. Perrin goes back by his bed and offers up more prayers to Yondalla for safety. Safety for him, his friends, Polly, Frank, and everyone on the boat. 

Shanolia shoots an angry glare at Singe before taking Polly's hand in hers.

"We do want you here Plentyn, we just want you to be safe. Whether we like it or not, you are an adventurer now, same as us, and there is no one I would rather have at my side."

"A weird is... What he is. It's like calling you a human, or Shanie an elf, or Singe over their a fire genasi," Lera stroked her hair. "I don't know what we're going to do with you Pols. We all want you to be safe, more than anything else, and we're not sure if you will be safe where we're going. Your older brother is also employing us, and if we put you into danger, he'll have our collective heads. But I can promise you that I am very happy to see you. I missed you like crazy."

Zamar strides over and scoops Lera and Polly into a big hug. He kisses each on the head. "Stupid, stupid child," he says to Lera. "Not, you, Polly. I agree with what everyone else said. You are quite amazing." He looks at Lera. "I'm not mad OR disappointed. You risked yourself to protect someone who could not protect themselves. I could not be more proud." He pauses. "But next time, can we consider some of the other approaches I taught you for getting your way that do not include threatening an entire squad of soldiers?" He smiles at her. "I'm sorry I could not come to your rescue myself. My skills would have been useless there and I was able to save the life of a member of the crew. I'd have done it anyway, but perhaps it will buy us a little good will. For now, rest. You and Polly should get some sleep. We will face whatever comes next when it happens." 

He turns to Polly. "And you, my little Ranger, for I think that may be what you are. You are friend to animals of all sorts and you have done more than most your age. You say you wanted an adventure. Are you not having one? You stowed away on a ship, faced down the Flaming Fist with the help of Mr. Drippy, and are now being tossed about on a damaged ocean vessel. How much more adventure do you need? Even if we are able to send you back safely, which I am not convinced is possible at this moment, how much more adventure do you need." He laughs in spite of the scene all around him, full of bedraggled, queasy, and in some cases blood-soaked companions. "Assuming your brother does not kill us all, this will make a fine story for you one day. I'd say the legend of Polly Peg-Leg has definitely begun."

Addressing the rest of his friends, he says, "What is our next move? Should we go topside and offer assistance? Brace for more impact? Hunker down and wait to be summoned?" 

“Thanks, dad,” Lera smiled. “But to be fair, I didn’t actually burn anyone alive. And I consider that a compromise.”

“I’m going back up top, back to my cell,” Lera sighed. “The worst looked like it has passed.” The soggy sorcerer have Polly another squeeze. “I just wanted to make sure everyone was alright.”

Woe cleans herself up, using prestidigitation. Then she turns to Zamar. "I would very  much like to go upstairs to see what's going on. We'll need to see if we're just in the way or if we can actually help."

Then she turns to Singe. "So this is your brother Alton?" She extends her hand to shake it. "So what's going on with you? How long have you been with the Flaming Fist?" 

After Shanolia had freed Lera, Koll entrusted the elf to get her back down to their quarters. He decided he should see if he could help above-decks. He climbs the stairs to the deck above, seeking out the end of the rope-leash he saw the other crew member using, or anything else, he could hold onto as the storm continued to rage. 

Zamar agrees with Woe. "We can head up together. Strength in numbers again." He turns to Lera "I'd like you to remain here with Polly. Until we have a better sense of the damage, I think you are better off secure in our quarters. If Flame Wyre really wants to argue about it, I am happy to oblige her. I talked to Talle and he said that nobody had ever been thrown overboard before. And he thought you would be released before we got to port. I suspect that recent events will have changed much. Let the ret of us see if we can raise our standing before we mention springing you." 

“Dad, the deal was I go to the cell and Polly stays here,” Lera objected. “The stakes are too high. I can’t go back on that deal.”

"I'm not asking you to. I'm just asking you to wait until we assess the situation and then make an informed choice. Or was your cell safe and comfortable? I have no intention of letting anything happen to Polly. Nor does anyone else here. Besides, how well has not listening to me worked out for you so far?' 

Polly gripped Lera tightly. "Please don't leave me! I'm sorry I got you into trouble!" Her bottom lip quivered. "I-it was my fault. I... they can... they can punish me instead!"

”Polly, don’t worry,” Lera murmured. “I’m being punished for threatening to kill everyone, not for your stowaway status. And it really wasn’t so bad. Please don’t worry.”

Lera narrowed her eyes at her dad. “Fiiiine,” she muttered. The teenager flopped into the nearest bed, not caring whose it was. She was exhausted and soaking wet. “Wake me up when you need me.” She mumbled.

Woe looks around her. Perrin has gone to sleep, sometimes mumbling to himself. Lera is trying to get some sleep, Shano is back to making sure Polly is alright. Singe and Alton are sitting together in one corner. Mostly silent - some stares going on between them. Koll never returned with them to the cabin. 

Woe knows, if she sits down again in this rolling fish can, her body will take over again. So she decides to keep herself busy. Even though a rest, and actual rest sounds like a dream to her right now. 

She looks at Zamar: "Let's see how it looks above." 

And together they make their way along the corridor and towards the stairs. Neither of them are prepared for what they see once the get on deck. With the mast broken and a part of the deck itself missing, going out there looks dangerous. 

Woe tells Zamar: "Wait here, I'll get my rope." Then she returns, ready to face the storm. 

Koll climbs the stairs to get outside, and even though he can hear the storm raging outside, the full impact of the damage isn't immediately apparent until he opens the hatch to the deck. The wind shoots down the hatch and into the hallway as he steps out into the storm. Surveying the ship in a dim light, Koll sees that two of the three masts are completely gone. Only the center mast remains, but the sails are tattered and damaged. The crew scrambles to get the last mast in some sort of working order, as right now the ship is at the mercy of the storm. 

"Pull the lines!" The Flame roars. One of the crewmen attempts to pull the line from high atop the mast, but something breaks. The line, followed by a large pulley flies down towards Flame Wyre. Koll acts fast, weaving through the debris on the deck, and catches the pulley before it slams into the Flame's face. She's shocked, but only for a moment. Her gaze washes over the monk. "Tie yourself up if plan to stay on deck," she says, gesturing to a line. 

As Woe and Zamar reach the deck, they see Koll swinging from the center mast, one line in hand and one tied to his waist. The main sail raises as he does and catches the stormy winds. The Flame raises her fist in triumph as the ship finally starts to make way out of the storm. 

(Koll Ship pilot check - Nat 20) 

Woe ties the rope around herself, then climbs through the hatch onto the deck. The wind is still strong, but at least the boat has a direction. The crew works like clockwork to the shouts and signs of the Flame. She is up and almost looks like a conductor advancing an orchestra through a Vivaldi piece. Woe can almost hear the music and sees how everything falls in place. 

She works where she is needed, because she knows, if she stops, the seasickness will overcome her again. She fits into place and does simple jobs. She is able to catch a smile from the Flame, who is truly relieved that Koll did such a fantastic job in making the ship manoeuvrable again. 

Woe stays on deck until the storm passes and even helps with the cleanup efforts. All the time she is trying to find a moment to talk to the Flame.