(There should, if nothing else, be a few ship actions that weren't completed. Vireil's, for example, but I think there were more. Could be wrong, though.)

Despite the repeated suggestions, Vireil does not take the arrows. "Without a bow, which I can't keep on this boat, arrows are useless. They're only a risk which I'm not going to take." She reasons. 

Vireil walks with Sasha to Grok, to return the gear she took. As she takes off the armour she was given, she asks the Half-Orc in the Orc language: ["Other than supplying us with gear when we're tasked with cleaning someone else's mess, I've heard you're also keeping everything that was taken when we were... what's the word? Recruited to this ship. I've also heard we could buy those things back from you. Are those rumours true?"]

Vireil,  Grok looks at you confused for a moment.  "Thas orcish init?  Sorry lass, don't speak it.  'Twas raised by me human mum, well till she was gone.  Then snuck aboard a ship and was raised by the sea.  Never had call to learn me pa's language as I don't know 'im.  Tis a nice gesture though."

After you repeat your query in common she nods.  "Ah, yeah, any gear donated  when new crew members are recruited ends up here in the QM.  If the call to arms is sounded then gear is loaned out from here to defend the ship or attack the target.  Course, most o' the crew prefer to keep their own gear...so they purchase it from me and the gold goes into the ship's kitty to be divvied by the Captain, Officers, and Crew when we make port to fence any booty we've gathered from the Trade.  Anything that crew members come across and claim as personal possessions rather than it going to the booty they can bring here to sale as well.  Tis a way for most to get a bigger share than at the end of the voyage.  See, as a crew member you get one share of the cut...but officers get 5, and the Captain...he takes 10 shares." 

She accepts back the gear you turn in and looks at you expectantly for a moment.  "Were you needing anything else lass?"

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Okay, so are we putting the walloping arrows in the sale pile or is the plan to hide them in the bilges?  Just wanting to be clear so I know what is sitting in front of Grok right now.

((The arms and armor would be hard to keep hidden in our person or bunk, especially the glowing one. Not sure on an immediate use for the ooze, but don't like the idea of it being in other hands. Not sure I'd sleep sound with it in my foot locker though.))

"Ah, apologies. I've gotten used to speaking with people in their native tongue, to the point where I just assume what it is based on their looks. What I was saying is..." Vireil repeats the words in Common. Then, she answers: "Right, I want my tinderbox back." Then, to avoid any questions being raised, she adds a normal request: "And throwing knives, if you've got them. The more the better, up to... ten, let's say." She takes out a few silver pieces, holding them out in front of Grok. "What're your prices?" 

(By throwing knives, I mean reskinned Darts. (Darts, if the tooltip failed.))

"Well, I think you might be in luck...I happen to have just the thing right here."  

Grok turns and digs into a crate behind her that has an assortment of sheathed daggers, cutlasses, and short swords in it.  She comes back with a pair of leather holsters each with 6 smooth metal hilts wrapped in some kind of thin rope sticking out of them.

"These are made to go on the leg, just above the knee.  But if you want I can probably rig a set to be like a bandolier across the chest instead.  Maybe one across the chest and another on the leg?  The daggers themselves are pretty easy to come by...I would probably have you at 6 silver for them.  With the holsters and the custom work to make one a bandolier.  And then throw in the tinderbox as well...which I have right..."

She reaches into a separate chest that appears to have all of the smaller non-combat gear that was taken off of you and the other crew members press-ganged on the same day as you. 

"...ah yup, here it is.  I think this tinderbox was your'n right?  Probably do the whole lot for 15 silver?"

Throwing Knife Holster

(Please disregard the denim pants...best image I could find... *chuckle*)  

On one hand, that seems a bit expensive. On the other hand... it's still money that she got from the drunk person who is sleeping in the same room with this Half-Orc. Moreover, there's not much else she could need the money for, at the moment. She can try to win it at the end of the day again, too. But really, the only reason why Vireil doesn't haggle the price down or at least tries to, is that she doesn't want Grok to start asking questions about the tinderbox. "Okay, 15 of them." Vireil takes out a single gold piece, to add to the five silver coins she is holding. "That should do it. One bandolier, one of these I can put around my leg, and the tinderbox." 

Accepting the proffered coins, Grok turns over one of the holsters with 6 throwing daggers as well as the tinderbox right away.  "Twill take me probably til meal time to get this one turned into a bandolier.  I'll get it to you tonight afore I head to me cot."

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Grath,  unfortunately you are not able to find a suitable cubby today before you are joined in the bilges by Jack.  But you don't feel like you have quite exhausted all possibilities down here just yet.  (You may make another investigation check down here on a different action to find your cubby, or you can search a different part of the ship...but thus far no forward action has been made on this objective.)

"Welcome back Jack. How is your...well everything you managed to get bitten" asked Grath with half attention. He was busy checking the place out when Jack jumped in. He was still busy canvassing the area, but he didn't really feel the "vibe". He then decided to use Jack's knowledge of the area, and to have a friendly talk about his experiences aboard the ship. A sort of bonding. Trying to keep the discussion as professional as possible, but getting off-topic as often as the opportunity presented itself. "Man, I don't know how on Earth do you manage to move like that. You are a rigger right? I saw you around a few times running, jumping, sliding all over. Every time I see one of your slides I recall my first ever experience on board. I dropped off the ropes as hard as a brick. Sandara had to scrape me off the deck. Yeyeye, I see it in your eyes. You wanted to laugh too, didn't you? Well, no shame in that" Grath give Jack a silly smile. "Wait, what was that?" exclaimed Grath and turned his head and started staring at a corner behind Jack, but when he saw Jack's face changing started laughing. "I'm sorry mate, I'm messing you. Nothing's there. I was there just before you came in." Grath put his hands on Jack's head and shakes it playfully.

Deket finds the rest when they are going out the giles with a fish on his right hand. 

"Hey Arloch I got another one for the dinner today!" he hands it to the cook aidee with a smile. "Sorry to be late here  lads... really busy today, what happened down there?  oh what do you have there? And you say all of that wasin the water?  And I spent the whole day yesterday and I missed all of these? Should check my sight I guess. I could keep that sword, if we wrap a blanket around it should be fine and could be mistake with a blanket on a casual inspection. Also... That leather armor stinks but perhaps I could convince Grok to barter it for mine... " 

Looking at the glass jar he says

"We should keep that too... if it has the apetite for the metallic you say it has... it could be useful to break some shackles if we need to free one of ours," he suggests to the others. 

(Going to move forward with selling the Maces, the Armor, and the Holy water.  You guys can come back to sell other items if you want later.)

Grok looks over the maces and other items that Sasha has brought to her.  "They're in decent shape, a bit of water damage but I can put some TLC into them and get them back to where they need to be.  Let's see...three maces, some holy water, and a set of leathers.  Normally I would offer 20 for the lot...but we're friends, so I will take it off your hands for 25 gold.  Fair?"

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Timey Whimey

Sandara looks at Sasha's bit.  "Those beasties must have been pretty vicious.  This is almost as bad the one Jake came to me with.  Here, I'll take care of ya."  With a wave of her hand she imparts healing magic into you.  The wound scabs over and looks a week old within moments.

[roll=Cure Wounds]1d8+2[/roll]

*****

Wibbly Wobbly - Still resolving Sasha stuff

Rosie smiles at you.  "Oh aye, thes lads know not to cross me.  Most everything is fine for me.  But..."

She looks around to ensure no one is close enough to hear.  "Listen, That Cochobhar has me all up in a spin.  He is handsome and I like his style, but he will sniff about any lady on the ship.  So when he comes around to me I'm not sure if I should snog him or sock him.  What do you think...could an honest man be made out of him?  Does he actually like me, or is it just play like with everybody else?"

(Rosie's attitude towards you has improved 2 stages to Helpful...but she is looking for some help from you in return.)

"Sounds fair Grok." Sasha says, giving the quartermaster a smile.

(Sasha takes the gold for now but informs the others that they can use the gold she carries for purchasing important stuff from the quartermaster. The party hoard is presently at 45 gp and 12 sp)

"Thanks Sandara, appreciate it." Sasha says to the acolyte of the Sea witch as her wound closes, laying a friendly hand on Sandara's shoulder. "I think I might help you out in return, if there is anything you need, you just say the word." She says and smiles before returning to her duties in the Rigging.

"Oh, well he is certainly a charming fellow that one, but I can see why you hesitate about him. Let me...umm...look into it, I'll figure out if he's worth your time Rosie." Sasha says smiling warmly at the halfling.

Later back up in the rigging Sasha climbs closer to Conch and helps him out a bit with his work. "So I realize you're a ladies man and all Conch but I need to ask you if you could commit to someone. There's a certain foul mouthed lady about your height that may be interested. I like you Conch and I think you could be good for each other. I could put in a good word for you but I would need to know that you would do good by her, or I will have to keel-haul you myself okay." Sasha says, only half joking it seems.

*I didn't notice the cure wounds roll didn't roll...guess you can't label dice rolls like that...my bad.*

Cure Wounds: 7

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"Rosie?  She's a fine lass...fast on the temper but I likes them that way some of the time.  And I could do fine and good by her as I could with one one else that would go on the adventure with me.  Perhaps she an I can talk on what it would mean to seek adventure together for a time.  I am sure she has rules, and so do I.  The one rule Concho lives by is that no man or woman belongs to another.  Some do not agree with this philosophy, and I do not trifle with such, to avoid hurting them you understand.  But so long as Rosie understands then yes, we could make quite a fine couple, perhaps with a fine couterie of men and women following behind."  

He winks suggestively and eyes you up and down, you have the oily sense that he is considering you as a potential addition to such a couterie.

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Grath, you and Jack have a good time down in the Bilges, joking around with one another in a fraternal kind of way...You get the sense he looks at you as an older, and much larger, brother-figure.  (Jack's attitude towards you has improved by one stage to Friendly).

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I think that wraps everything for daytime actions?  Honestly this day shift has lasted a long time with the combat scene in the middle of it...so if I missed something let me know and I can Tardis it too.

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The day comes to an end and only one name is called out for Bloody hour this evening.  Jack Scrimshaw is called forward for cowardice and abandoning his post in the face of something as insignificant as rats.  Notably there is no mention of the unusual size or ferociousness of the creatures.  There is jeering and name calling as he begins to step forward...nervous to be brought to the mast for punishment...

(A pause for any player reactions...)

"Well I can tell you straight from my heart that I don't share that philosophy Concho, but at least you're being honest about it, I respect that, I'll be sure to let Rosie know about that philosophy of yours and she can decide how she feels about that." Sasha says with a tired smile.

If possible Sasha would swing by Rosie again to report on her findings. "Umm, so I may not be much of a matchmaker but here it goes." Sasha says scratching her head. "Apparently Concho does like you. About making an honest man out of him, well honestly that that is another matter altogether. I wouldn't expect him to commit to one person, even one as likeable as you Rosie, so it rather depends on what you expect from him." She says with a weak smile. "Whatever may happen or not happen between you two I hope you agree that we all would want something better than being harassed by Plugg and Scourge for the rest of our lives."

(Sasha is then ready to move forward to the Bloody hour.)

*Unpause since no one wants to interfere*

***

Jack appears nervous, but walks forward bravely, removing his shirt to show a youth's chest with nary a hair.  This again brings another round of cheers and jeers from the gathered crew.  Some good hearted, others mean spirited.  For deriliction of duty Scourge actually breaks out his whip rather than the rope bashes that you have seen on previous night's bloody hours.  Jack gets three lashes.

Attack: 24 Damage: 5
Attack: 22 Damage: 6
Attack: 23 Damage: 6

The first is just short of the back, cracking angrily and causing Jack to flinch.  The second though cuts deep, causing a stream of crimson to flow down between the lad's shoulder blades.  The third is not as bad, but cuts diagonally across the first gash.  Now with a slanted cross of red on his back that is sure to scar, Jack hobbles away...quiet tears streaming down his face in parallel to the blood still trickling from the fresh wounds.

***

In stark contrast to the "entertainment" of Bloody Hour, the meal this evening is quite tasty.  Instead of the vegetable stock that you have started to grow accostumed to you are greeted by a hearty kipper hash with a soft cooked yellow egg.  The portions could be a little larger, but along with the hard tack biscuit it makes for a fair meal.  The rum on the other hand is not improved, the tear inducing fumes wafting off the vile liquid still causing you to almost gag before you put the tin to your lips if you do decide to brave drinking it again.

The standard nightly entertainments begin to occur, and you see Concho and Rosie sitting off by themselves talking at a barrel.  At a glance it looks like it is too early to tell which direction the wind will blow on that gamble.

What if any actions are you all taking for your night time actions tonight?

Vireil finds this unjust but does not interfere. Can you blame a man for running away from seven of those rats when he's not even... ah no, that one's on her... not even equipped with his knife? How can that be comparable to seven others working together, fully equipped with armour and weaponry, not to mention the fact some of them were capable of magical wonders? She would have done the same. 

When the rum is issued, Vireil doesn't have to think twice. She is not going to drink that. The moment the officers look away, she steps back to the ship's railing and tips the cup to the sea. 
Stealth: 21.

Seeing Rosie is not gambling tonight, Vireil has no reason not to do it herself. As usual, she goes to the Hog Lob contest. The others can't really be considered an option. Once again, her offer is one gold coin to enter, the winner of one throw takes all.
Throw Roll: 16.

Sasha clearly shows her discontent with the unjust punishment dealt out to poor young Jack. As he hobbles away she catches up with him, telling Samms to go and get Sandara if she is not already around. "Hey Jack, take a seat and I'll tell you about that time the Furious Kraken fought off a fiendish dreadnaught sent by the tyrants of Cheliax." She says, trying to soothe his pains with her words, waiting for Sandara to lay her hands on his wounds.

If possible Sasha would have her meal in the company of Jack, Samms, Sandara and any others who'd care to listen, trying to make a statement in front of the rest of the crew by taking care of Jack.
(Not sure if she got the cleansed rum again although she told Arlock she didn't want to. She would somehow see to that she got the real deal. Real rum save: 13 )
Performance: 25 (+2 from any of the now helpful crew members, likely Samms)

Grath feels concerned about Jack's punishment, and finds it a bit unfounded. OK, he ran to the office in a panic, but for haven's sake half of leg was bitten off. One lash for refusing orders is fine but 3 lashes for actually bringing the mess down there to light is a bit excessive. Especially given the fact that his first reaction was to volunteer all of us and send us down there in full gear after Jack's cry out. "Way to discipline people you damn idiots. I really want to see you put your money where your mouth is." mumbling Grath to himself. "Just once." Grath goes to the mast where Jack was whipped. "I'm proud of you Jack. You were a brave and strong man! Wipe off the tears and get something to eat. That should take your mind off things. Maybe Viriel has some good stories too. He is really good with those."

The after dinner rum rationing made Grath's stomach turn. He can still recall the awful taste and effects on him. "Cheers" he said and when no one was watching, he slowly poured the content of the cup on the deck. None will notice. The entire area smells like sh...eatfish and little rum won't make a difference.

Grath started to head out to find Grok. "Let's see, Sandara said Grok was a "relieved" when Grok took the spell-book off his hands. Some strange writing she said? Let's see what makes Grok tick. Maybe there are some other magic things that he'd prefer to be gone."

Grath tries to find Grok. "A very fine evening. Do you mind if I sit?" He still not know how to really talk to Grok, or what to start the conversation with, so he goes for the obvious. "Ohh, what a naughty scar you have there. Had a little disagreement with some recruits?" Grath waited for a second to see some sort of reaction, but since there weren't much to go with he continued. "By the way, thank you for the gear this morning. Always easier and more effective to fight those ratsy abominations in a gear like that rather than some scrap from the bottom of the ocean." After a little small talk, Grath tries get a feel of Grok's list of goods. Obviously he is not really interested in the wooden sticks and shiny armors. He is trying to be as subtle as possible and find out if he has spell scrolls, wands, etc. that no one really cares about, no one knows what they are for, what they do and as a "favor" Grath would be happy to take a look at them, maybe he can identify any/some/all.

"Oh c'mon you can't be serious!" explodes Deket when he sees that it's Jack who is called for not fighting those big rats. "How do you expect the young lad fought all those big rats without even a knife? This is preposterous. Captain!! Captain!!" he calls sick of it. Perhaps due to his outrage or perhaps due to another thing, his voice resound across the ship when he calls out the Captain. He has taken a few steps forward and has his fist clenched he calls once more, his voice even more resounding and this time, the door of the aft bridge bounces on its hinges. "CAPTAIN!!"

Sasha walks up behind Deket. "You are very brave tiefling, but what do you expect to accomplish by antagonizing the captain, isn't Plugg and Scourge enough for us to handle? Save your strength for the opportune moment man." She says in a lowered voice, but stands by the tiefling should there be any altercations.

"I am not going to antagonize him... I want him to make this nonsense stop..." he mumbles to Sasha.