Kali clicked the roof of her mouth with her tongue as she watched the first mate off himself. “Pathetic.” Was all she had to say before she set her weapon back in her axe frog. The barbarian idly watches as everyone takes a look around in enemy ship, nothing really coming of interest to her (aside the gold that will of course be distributed to everyone on the ship). She stays mostly quiet throughout the rest of the day, even doing Carrhae’s speech, at least part taking in the toast before drinking down her drink and retreating back to her room to document today’s events while also thinking up better names for her rat.

While the others plunder, Chandor retrieves arrows and inspects the dead cultists for any identifying marks. 

7

Chandor: The cultists are definitely members of the Tharizdun's cult. They all have the typical pale albino look to them. 

Sana: *SQUAWK! FIRE AWAY! AUKK!!*

Carrhae/Misha: After Misha helped Carrhae out of her armor, Misha unlatched in her cabinet, set her glaive back inside, and dressed up in her sandals, shorts, and athletic top. She heeded the warning about how the pedicure might tickle, and got a little nervous but smiled weakly, thankful for the warning. Acheronians had no desire or need to paint their toenails, so as Misha followed Carrhae's advice and looked at her and talked with her as the procedure was being done - they looked very nice once complete. Wiping the nervous sweat from her brow, she wiggled her toes in delight, loving the color patterns Carrhae had chosen. When it came time for the massage, this is something Misha was familiar with in her life of combat and physical activity. The masseuse startled a bit as Misha undressed completely and laid on the table. "Blessed Procan, what a physique you have." she said. "Thank you!" Misha giggled as she relaxed. "Oh, no, thank YOU." the masseuse said, and began her work, taking her time and working her hands slowly and roughly when appropriate. It felt amazing. When the two were done, Misha pulled Carrhae in very close and kissed her cheek a few times, whispering in her ear. "That was very pleasurable experience. Thank you." she stayed in close for a moment longer, Carrhae smelled good and Misha could feel the warmth from her skin. As they stood cheek to cheek, Misha was lost in the moment of their closeness before command and duty snapped her out of it. She pulled away and cleared her throat. "Yes! We should do that more often!"

Syltra does her double-share of hauling, pulling all the riches from the Ghost over to the Belle’s holds. She makes sure to grab extra munitions and any shipboard weapons that can be salvaged for upgrades, and does as directed with them.

She will also do what she can to assist Carrhae with repairs on the Belle, offering carpentry help and guidance.

Carrhae felt a little bit bad as Misha pulled herself away. She was the type of woman that Misha would be attracted to and she had just spent the afternoon getting herself prettied up and was wearing just a towel at the moment. In truth, a part of her wanted to ask Misha to give her a massage, but felt that would've been too much of a tease. Apparently this was still something of a tease for her. "We should get back to ship. Wolf is probably getting dinner ready."

As the day went on and the crew of the Belle attended to their normal ship wide duties, the damage caused by the Sea Ghost was eventually all fully repaired. Attention turned to clearing out the Sea Ghost and repairing it's damage caused by the Belle - which was also eventually completed.

Sloop was able to negotiate a deal to sell the Sea Ghost at a modest price, and thus became available some ship upgrades that could be installed on the Belle, and the crew picked two:

Acheronian Cannon Targeting Algorithm upgrade: +2 to hit when firing the cannons.
Banite Armor Plating: +2 AC to the Belle
Dwarven Hull Reinforcements: +25 HP to the hull
Ever-Full Sails: These billowing sails are woven from cloud-stuff drawn from the Elemental Plane of Air. Wind whips and whistles around them, allowing a ship to move with a speed of 60 feet regardless of direction relative to the wind.
Acheronian War Drums: This 4-foot-tall bronze drum comes with a pair of iron mallets. A creature can activate the drums as an action, causing the hammers to float above the drum and strike it to produce a thundering rhythm. For the next minute, the ship gains one additional action, as long as it has at least one action. Once this item is used, it can’t be activated again for 2d10 hours.

When Misha returns to the ship from her massage, she finds a note from Erriviel, asking her to see him in his room.

Carrhae walks up to Kali and knocks on her door, Pipe of Remembrance in hand. "So. Earlier you mentioned possibly taking a puff out of this and seeing what the smoke showed. Still up for that?"

Misha takes the note and reads it. Hm. She changed into her offduty uniform and knocks on Erriviels door.

"Erriviel?" she calls out. "Eet ees Misha."

The door opens in front of Misha, the drow is sitting in his chair, drinking a cup of tea. "Come in. We need to have a talk about cultists and the importance of information. Captain Carrhae informed me that you got a bit carried away in our recent battle, and I'd like to have your assurance that it won't happen again. We need to take some of these people prisoner so that we can determine what they know."

Misha smile slowly fades.

"Carried away, ya? I suppose subjecteeve use of word. However, deed not hear command from Kapitan that she wanted prisoners." she replies. "Nor from anyone else. Perhaps I misheard?"

"Perhaps. All I ask is that you keep that in mind next time. Information is power, after all."

Misha remained at attention.

"Eef order ees given, Misha weel obey. However, should know Acheronians are not known for mercy, or taking prisoners - especially when a mortal enemy like forces of Tharizdun are eenvolved. But, eef weesh to chat and gain information, Misha weel comply, always."

She remained silent for a moment, then spoke again.

"Ees there anything else?"

"I would not call it mercy. There is nothing else at the moment, enjoy your day."

Kali had already been taking a few puffs of her own pipe when Carrhae had knocked on her door, the hybrid finishing up her notes and putting them away and setting out her pipe before opening her quarters door for the captain to come in. “Come in before all the smoke let’s out.” She says as she users the blonde inside and locks her door again. The barbarian plucks the pipe from the others hand and tells her to sit down in a chair.

“We’re gonna try something else today.” She moves to her bed and pulls at one of the drawers from the bottom, moving aside a few shirts to pick out a small glass jar. Seemingly satisfied with the choice, she closes the drawer with her foot and joins Carrhae at the table. “This guy is called Blackwater, a hybrid of sorts. Helps with stress and anxiety among other things.” As she speaks, she’s popping open the jar and taking out purple colored buds, just enough for the two of them before closing the container again. Soon, the hybrid lights it up and takes a hit, keeping the smoke in to allow the drug to have some sort of effect on her before exhaling a sweet grape aroma. “Takes ten minutes for this thing to work,” She offers the pipe to Carrhae. “Anythin’ you wanna talk about in the meantime? Somethin’ you wanna see?”

She did not expect someone like Erriviel to understand Acheronian society or it's history, so said nothing more. She turned on her heel and left.

It took about a week for the ship's upgrades to be complete. The Acheronian wardrums were massive and sounded inspirational. After that, the Banite armor plating made the ship much more sturdier and defensive. It was only a matter of time before the information they had found in the Sea Ghost's Captain's quarters came back full circle, and Saltmarsh requested the Belle's assistance again.

Carrhae takes a hit and once she's allowed the drugs to work their magic, exhales. "Poor Misha doesn't know what she's missing out on. I don't think there's any one thing I want to see in particular from the smoke. Except for maybe the things that are considered to be your best moments in life." As the drugs take effect, Carrhae reclines on Kali's bed, clearly feeling incredibly comfortable. "So when we first met, you thought that I was a housewife looking for adventure. So what is it that you did with housewives? Take them out for a day on the Sea? Or was it more of a thing where you allowed them to satisfy their... curiosities?" The way Carrhae says curiosities indicates that she's speaking euphemistically.

While repairs are being made, Chandor spends as much time as he can in the docks, drinking some, listening for rumors and, more often than not, just being on solid ground. 

Listening for rumors: 19

Wolf doesn’t get much time to relax after the ship battle and raiding it for supplies. He cleans up and then starts making a victory dinner. He tells Sloop very specifically, “I’m making dinner now. I’m not going to make you help after we just fought. But I would appreciate it. Just know there is always some brandy open in the kitchen and free for those who lend a helping hand.” 

With that Wolf goes about making a roasted pig for dinner. He has it roast over an open flame for several hours as he makes a nice sweet glaze consisting of some cooking wine and a little bit of citrus to go on top of it. Finding some potatoes Wolf has them peeled and put them in the over with garlic and butter. Wolf also cuts up some carrot, broccoli, and cauliflower that he puts in a pot to steam. To finish off the meal he also made several bread rolls just to get some carbs back. And of course, food isn’t complete with something to drink as Wolf serves everyone a nice glass of red wine to go with dinner.

Sana spends the time hanging out on deck and talking to people. She also gives the cannons a thorough once-over to make sure they're in perfect shape. While the ship is being upgraded, she works on her appearances, adding a full copy of Kali's blue skin and Wolf's fur to her arsenal of features.