Enna, I assure you that it was a greater display of luck than marksmanship.  He produces a flask of whisky to share. He whispers, I know where the Capn keeps the good stuff.

Irostine looks at the small gnome and scoffs: "Impressive nonetheless but I bet you 1 gold I can do better!"

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Feeling cocky with his two first shots he riles up the crowd a bit with a rude gesture, takes a huge swig of rum and lines up the last shot as it goes a bit off center.

Iro bites his lip feeling embarassed: "Well small one, it looks like it truly is your lucky day, I'm a man of my word." He slides one gold to Igden as he sits back down and finishes his rum.

(Dice, don’t fail me now! I have a +0 modifier in dexterity)

let me try. 

(Hammer chucks:6 19 8) (Better hammer : [roll]1d20+2[/roll] 16 3)

(Um... work?) 

(you didn't roll with advantage!)

Don’t sell yourself short my friend. That had a little more than luck in it.
She takes a swig of the flask and hands it back.
Let’s keep that our little secret shall we. She replies.

(There is an option in the dice roller on the basic page called “Advantage or Drop Dice” click where it says no and select advantage. 

Should look like this if you did it correct. 

[‘roll’]1d20ad[‘/roll’] *without the ‘ ‘ around roll. )

Whistle steps up with her heavy crossbow against her shoulder.

"It feels strange to shoot at a target that is not writhing around or trying to kill me."

Heavy Crossbow Attacks: 25, 25, 15

"It would appear that we are tied for first place Igden, unless my numbers fail me. A tiebreaker perhaps?" she smiles as she claps the small grey fellow on the shoulder.

Heavy Crossbow Attacks: 11, 14, 16

Igden takes a half a step forward from the shoulder clap and takes a quick swig from his flask. "As you wish Whistle."

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Alas. Lass. I should have stopped when I was ahead. The story of my life really.  Congratulations!  We are fortunate to have you with us. 

"You are too kind, sir!" Whistle grins widely.

After she collects her bolts and enjoys the merriment and drink with the rest of the party and crew, she returns to her quarters below-deck to pray to Amsyn and rest in preparation for the coming days.

She keeps her leather armour on, propping her tricorn hat on the basket-hilt of her rapier, which leans against the edge of her hammock. Her crossbow and pack are stowed beneath her sleeping, swaying figure with a few loose bolts to hand in case of emergency.

As she sleeps, she does not snore. Instead, a gentle whistling sound like a calm breeze emanates from her lips.

Enna takes a swig of her flask leaning against a crate.
Well, If we are done here I can take watch.

(Passive Perception 14)

Val steps up well i guess i'm the last to go sorry to disappoint but i am nowhere near the marksman that you all are. (sorry i mess up the roller on the first one had it rolling 3d20 trying to do all three rolls at once)

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Val steps up to the targets daggers in hand and toss his daggers at the target delighted that they hit the inner ring. However having to walk up and grab the dagger and reset put him off center the last dagger barley makes the target. 

Irostine stretching and yawning out of his chair: "Well done everyone! I'm off to bed." He waves and saunters to the bunks.

Igden rouses for second watch. Climbs to the crow's nest.

(passive perception 15)

All quiet so far my friend!

Enna finds a quiet and safe space to sit down. Looking out over the water she seems to slip into trance.

The ocean is fairly still, as still as an ocean can be. Captain Seafoam, seemingly still full of energy, is peeling an orange as she leans against the mast below the crow's nest. The five ships have elected to anchor themselves here tonight, as the charts of the area ahead are vague at best. Sailing by day would be a much better move. As Igden gazes across the dark waters, he can see the scattered black dots on the horizon that indicate the Eastern Archipelago is still there. Thinking back on the events of the day, Igden recalls that the loxodon in fine robes was likely an emissary of the High Magister of Abjuration, sent to ensure that the expedition went smoothly.

The night passes without incident, and soon, the sun rises and you all are off again.

Val puts away his daggers seeing everyone disperse and makes his ways to the bow of the ship to watch the horizon fiddling with the ring on his finger absentmindedly. 

[OoC] Is there anything for us to do on the ship? I'm happy to do a timeskip to the destination if not, but see what everybody thinks.

(ooc) I am with mojake. 

(I don't mind a timeskip either)