"There was a time when mentioning that turtle would have been grounds to throw you overboard," she responds to Woe. She gives Woe an appraising look and seems to come to some kind of decision. "Aremag is dead," she gestures up the plank. "Your friends are waiting." 

Though usually impassive, Koll's delight and excitement sparkle in his eyes as he steps aboard the big ship. Not only has he spent the previous five years locked in a dungeon, but he has never been on a ship or anywhere outside of Baldur's Gate. It is almost enough to make him forget what he is bringing aboard this Flaming Fist ship buried in the bottom of his backpack. All the better to avoid suspicion. He nods acknowledgement to Wyre and the other Flaming Fists he passes on the way to their quarters. 

He takes a bunk, stowing his backpack safely, and begins his meditations. He focuses on the Brother Eddard's hairshirt cloak, hoping to draw strength from it; he has heard of seasickness and hopes he will not be afflicted on this voyage.

 "Oh, I am sorry. I am not aware of the customs at sea. This is my first time on a big boat like this. She is beautiful,..." and with a lowered voice Woe adds "... And so are you!" With this Woe blushes, then moves to follow her friends. She completely forgot to ask what happened to the turtle...

In the cabin she picks out a hammock and stores all her belongings in a nook in the corner, wishing she had brought some alcohol with her.

Singe locks eyes with Barry and with a hand gesture, Barry disappears in a small poof of flame. Singe places his bag in one of the hammocks and makes sure everything is in order. Seeing Koll study his cloak, Singe walks over, "A new garment? I'm not sure if you're aware, but it is quite magical. I sensed the schools of death and destruction on it. And protection funnily enough." 

Perrin, not wanting to test his luck on the first day will pick a bed close to the ground. 

“Does anyone have any cards or dice or anything? I cannot spend a week in here without something to do!”

"I brought a dragonchess set. We can play later. Have you all heard? It seems the dragon turtle is dead!"

"Only if I get really desperate. I'm right rubbish at Dragonchess. It always makes my head hurt. Too much thinking." Perrin states as he looks around at the others hoping someone has something else. 

Lera messaged Fist for a few brief moments. Happy with his response, and not wanting to be stuck in a tiny room with the people she was currently upset with, Lera left the room as soon as she set her bag down. Wordlessly, she made her way into the belowdecks hallway looking for anything else to do. She didn't want to talk about how much she was hurting. Not with her dad, not with anyone. They had all made it clear that they would side with Singe if push came to shove, and not her.

Woe runs after her. "Lera, Lera wait! I could do with some company..." While Woe wants to make sure, Lera is ok, she also hopes that they might run into the Flame again...

Once they were all on board and 'situated' in their small cabin, Shanolia does a quick head-count for her own piece of mind.

"Five," She mutters, raising an eyebrow. "But who's..." Quickly, she looks around, listing the names in her head as she sees them. 'Singe, Perrin, the Bard, and Koll. That means- the Half-Elf and the young one...' She exits the room, just in time to notice Woe closing a door. She knocks lightly.

"Everything alright?"

/r 1d20+1 #SeeSadGirl = (11)+1=12
Roll to notice Lera and Woe's absence.

Perrin heats the argument between father and daughter outside but decides it’s better for him not to get involved. 

“Singe I forgot to tell you but when I was sniffing in Zamar’s room earlier I didn’t catch only fiends or undead smells. Just a very light touch of celestial from Zamar himself. Do you think he’s part Angel?”

Perrin asks with curiosity. 

Woe found Lera closing the door to what looks like a privy. It was a small room with a bucket and a hole. The bucket is tied to a long rope and you imagine the hole leads outside the ship and into the ocean. A used rag lies next to the bucket. "Uhh not the nicest place to talk" Woe looks around.

Lera reopens the door and just kind of stands in the privy doorway. "It's good to know where everything is."

"Walk with me, please. This is the first time I am on a ship. This makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. Do you want to play some dragonchess with me?"

"I'm exploring this room right now. Besides, we're not supposed to leave the room," Lera replies stubbornly.

Shanolia suddenly appeared, knocking lightly on the door. "Everything alright?"

"Please join!" Woe said. "Us ladies... need stick to together. This trip is going to be hard. We'll face danger. Mostly wild animals, hopefully no pirates or similar. But the biggest dangers come from within. Worry, fear, loneliness. We'll all be together in dirty conditions and with nothing to do, at least until we arrive. If you want to survive, Lera, and keep your sanity, you need to speak up. Share your thoughts, and talk about things you're not happy about. What is it that bothers you now? Are you afraid of the journey?"

"Nothing is bothering me," Lera said in exasperation "I was just curious about this... hole."

"Oh, hello... 'Young One'," Shanolia noticed Lera for the first time. "I was unaware that you were in here, too."

"Oh my- I'm not a child!' Lera grumbled. "I earned my spot here same as you, I just came to find the privy. I found it, it's a bucket and a dirty rag."

"I did not mean anything by it, I've simply... forgotten your name," Shanolia's cheeks darken slightly. "And besides, I can assure I have at least a century on you, maybe more."

"Oh yes, because forgetting my name is so much better. Don't feign concern when you can't even bother to remember my name." Lera will storm past both Woe and Shanolia and start walking to the forward part of the ship.

"Wait-" Shanolia protested, genuine concern crosses her face as Lera storms by, replaced quickly by anger. "Damn it!" She curses in Abyssal, punching the wall beside her. "There I go again, screwing everything up!"

Lera didn't wait to hear more from Woe and Shanolia. Perhaps she could find Fist Talles and that card game... Before she could get very far, her father intercepted her. “Child, what is it? Talk to me. You have been pained since we left. And it is not just that you did not get to say goodbye to Polly," Zamar said

Lera keeps walking wordlessly, the wood of the walls suddenly warping and forming a barrier behind her.

Zamar walks through, not fooled by her illusions. “We have danced this dance before, little one. “

"Leave me alone."

“There will be ample time for that later," Zamar said.

"I'm not going to talk to you."

"Is everything ok here, ma'am?" A flaming Fist mercenary stands at the doorway to a cabin.

“Then I will sit and you can scowl," Zamar replied. "Or I will play your favorite songs and you can sit with your back to me.”

"No, actually, this man is bothering me," Lera ignores her father, instead talking to the mercenary. "What's your name sir? I'm looking for Fist, but I seem to have gotten all turned around."

“Think carefully about your choices, child” Zamar turns to the mercenary and says, “This is my daughter and she is still only seventeen. I pray you do not let her draw you in.”

He places himself directly in Zamar's path and turns his attention to Lera as if his presence didn't even matter. "I'm a Fist," he says with a smirk. "Fist is just a rank... I can help you." He places an arm across the hallway to lean, blocking Zamar from Lera.

"You know, that makes sense," Lera mused. "I thought Fist was a weird name. I'm looking for Fist Talle specifically." A few others have now gathered in the doorway to see what's transpiring. All Flaming Fist mercenaries.

“You are standing between a father and his daughter," Zamar warned. "I advise you to consider your actions carefully. Both of you. You are not so old that I cannot change my mind about adventuring.”

"This your da?" The mercenary asks with the tilt of his head.

"I need some space, which is not easy to come by down here, dad," Lera says, now ignoring the Fists around her. "Go back and talk about ghosts with Singe. I'll be back later."

“I have nothing to say to him, though you might," Zamar replied.

"I have nothing to say to him," Lera said, maintaining some semblance of cool composure. "Or you."

“Then we will be silent together.” Zamar retorted. Not wanting to stand between a father and his daughter, the Fist turns back to the doorway and shrugs. A hearty laugh from multiple other mercenaries sound as he enters and closes the door behind him.

"I don't want to be silent together, I want to be silent away from you."

“That is unfortunate. This is not a time to be alone. You have been carrying ‘alone’ all day. You need to know that you are not alone.”

"I'm not going to be alone, I'll be with my new friends," Lera tilted her head.

Just then, they heard the muffled sound as he tells the others, "Did you see her arse?? It was like Sune shat out a child and placed her right in me lap!"

"Not these guys, other friends," Lera amended quickly, a blush coloring her cheeks.

“Uh-huh. After hearing that from the Fists, you will be lucky to get out of my sight before we get to Chult.”

"Dad, if you don't let me get some air, I swear to Tymora that I will light someone in that room on fire, and I think we both know who that is going to be."

He smiles. “I am willing to risk it.”

"I changed my mind, three someone's on fire."

“Why not five?” The bard joked.

"Perrin and Koll have done nothing to anger me yet, and the jury is still out on Woe. I still think there's something there, and I don't want to ruin your chances," the sorcerer replied, a bit of a smile gracing her face.

He laughs. “I am glad one of us is worried about my love life. And Perrin and Koll also left when Singe got so worked up.”

"Fine, Perrin and Woe will be the only ones my wrath spares."

“You don’t want to be treated like a child anymore? Then don’t act like one. Deal with your problems. Don’t run and hide.” After a pause, he adds, “Or light them on fire.”

"I was trying to avoid the last thing by getting some air," Lera sighed. "I know my limits, you're the one trying to force me into a situation where I am doomed to fail."(edited)

“And if we were in a safe and familiar location, that would be fine.”

"We are just as safe here as we have been in any other place. Have a little faith in me," the young aasimar pleaded.

“I want to talk about your mother,” he finally says.

"I don't," Lera bit back. This was all wrong, surrounded by mercenaries on a bloody boat.

“I need you to understand.”

"What's there to understand, dad?" It was hard to keep the tears at bay. "You saw a ghost, or something pretending to be a ghost in order to hurt you. You didn't want to cause me any pain, so you kept it from me. I think I have a pretty good understanding of the situation."

“I’m not sure you do. It is not as simple as that.”

"Then if I don't get it now, what makes you think I ever will?"

“Time can change many things," Zamar replied diplomatically.

Fist Talle comes stomping down the stairs, a bell in his hand. "Muster!" He yells. "Clear the halls, Muster!" He gives Lera a slight nod as he passes and calls out again, ringing his bell, "Muster!" They hadn't seen the kid so confidant since meeting him. This seems to be his calling.... "Muster!"

"Maybe, but right now I'm just a stupid child," Lera bit back before following Fist Talle up the stairs.

Fist Talle's yelling voice is quite impressive. It echoes down the halls of the cabin deck, loud enough to wake any sleeping passengers. The bell just adds to it, and you'd think he has practiced the jingle for ages. "Muster!" He yells. 

The halls fill with Flaming Fist, Guests, and sailors. The muster is a requirement. If anyone ever fails to muster, that person is considered a sacrifice to Umberlee and is lost forever. The first muster is always the most important. It allows a proper roll-call before the ship sets sail. As each of you reach the deck, you see everyone aboard the ship, including the crewmen, lined up for count. 

As Singe makes his way out of the cabin, he spots a halfling. Just as he does, the sight is lost as others enter the hall. For a fleeting moment, he thinks it's Alton. 

Once he reaches the deck, his fears are confirmed. He had learned in the past that any Flaming Fist sent to Chult is considered a death sentence.  So many of the Fist dies there, that they send the expendable and unruly to that place. Alton on this ship is not a good thing.  He lowers his gaze when he sees his brother looking at him. 

Flame Wyre stands before each person and asks for their name. One of her Manips stands beside her taking the names down on a parchment. (Let me know if you give a false name) When Woe gives her name, Wyre can't help but let out a small smile. It's slight, but for that half-elf, it's enough. When Flame Wyre reaches Perrin she says, "Chief wakes early. If you're not there before first light, don't ever try entering the kitchens again." 

Afterwards she goes over her rules, the same rules you have heard before. She emphasizes the importance of staying out of the crew's way and off the decks. Everyone then feels the shift of the ship as someone releases the last line holding the ship to the dock. She nods to her navigator and he gestures. A single sail is released to guide the ship out of port, and as the wind hits it, it billows forward and the ship launches forward. 

"Next muster is tomorrow night!" She calls. "You may stay on deck until Baldur's Gate is out of sight." 

Perrin excite to be on his first boat ride immediately runs over to the side of it facing Baldurs Gate as soon as muster is over. He is staring out at the city and the bay; excited that he can finally start his journey and hopefully be strong enough to one day return home. 

Koll joins Perrin at the ship's stern, watching the city recede on the horizon, the buildings that once seemed so tall shrinking with distance. "It is beautiful, isn't it? A great perspective to see one's home from a distance. The city is all I have ever known. Where is your home, Perrin?"

"You may call me Arya." Shanolia responds when asked her name, still opting to use her child name when dealing with the Flaming Fist soldiers.

Once muster concludes, she walks away from the others to a secluded area near the edge of the ship opposite Baldur's Gate. Without looking around, she fishes for the small heart pendant around her neck, pulling it from underneath her dark shirt and gazing at it sorrowfully. Her thumb rubs gently on the cold metal, feeling the indent of a small crack where the pendant had protected her from an arrow oh so many years ago, shedding the remains of it's magic to keep the Elf alive. Tears begin to well in her eyes as she remembers the day she lost it all.

Woe looks into Wyre's eyes and is surprised to find a mixture of power and softness. She seems to really enjoy her work and her soldiers look up to her. Woe knew the worth of a good leader from her fighting days. 

After the muster she follows Shanolia to the end of the boat. Quietly and with a little distance she sits down. 

"Shanolia,sorry to interrupt your solitude. We didn't have much time to talk earlier, or even the last days. You meant well with Lera, thanks for coming to check up on us....

Are you alright?"

Once muster is done, Singe rushes to find his older brother, "Alton! Alton!"

The halfling averts his eyes for a moment before looking up. He manages a smile and waves and saying, "Singe! Um... what are you doing here?"

"Hired by a cleric of Gond to investigate a portal in Lantan. How did you get here?" Singe looms over Alton.

"I'm, uh... being transferred!" He responds.

"To Chult." Singe looks deadpan at Alton.

"I hear they have the best mangoes," Alton replies, timidly.

"The place where there's thick jungles and lost civilizations and DINOSAURS! What did you do to get on this cruise?"

"You have to get me out of here," he pleads. "It isn't even my fault... " Seeing another Mercenary near him, he stops. Once he passes Alton says, "It doesn't matter. I shouldn't be here! I can't man a fort in Chult!"

"It doesn't take a wizard to know that! But I'm not making enemies with the Flaming Fist. I might be able to get you out, but we have to do this aboveboard, otherwise," He gestures to the side of the boat, "What are you going to do in Chult and how did you get into this mess?"

“Yeah it is a view.” When asked about his home Perrin gets a little dodgy about the question. “It’s a small noname village you’ve never heard of.” 

After muster, Zamar marks where Lera is and hovers nearby. Not so nearby that he is not giving her space, but near enough that he is able to keep tabs son her and any questionable members of the Fist that are nearby. He was not in a good place mentally before coming on board and the altercation with Lera and comments from the Fist have not improved his mood. He covers his actions by appearing to watch the cityscape recede as he watches over his daughter, favoring those who cross his path with his warmest smiles. He sings an old sea shanty as it somehow feels appropriate. He drops into his lower register to give it the richness it deserves. As he watches and paces, he tries to get a sense of the mercenaries and assorted others who will be accompanying them on this trip, with an eye toward picking out the troublemakers. He still needs to talk to Perrin, too. Gods, that was awkward. That his family had Celestial heritage was a fairly open secret in Waterdeep, but it was not openly discussed in polite society. He passed well for human, so he was caught off guard by his friend's blunt question. And then there was Woe. She was turning into a good friend and confidante. And she was good for Lera. Perhaps she could help the girl understand. Ah, well. Questions for later, when they were all confined below decks.