Fortunately everybody manages not to slip over in the pools of drool dripping from Thrash's mouth as he spies all the food in this room. So what's next? 

"Hey Lizard, we promised you some food." says Tiro, "Is there enough here?" As he looks around looking for other exits. Spying the sacks, Tiro heads over to investigate their contents. As he does he looks back to Thrash and adds "Better not take too much, who knows how long this food might have to last."

Though I think it redundant at this stage, I'd better make that dex saving throw: 8

Thrash's eyes would go wide as he let out and excited hiss. The Lizardfolk would immediately grab the large ham and take a massive bite before grabbing a string of sausages and putting them in his pack. In what seems like mere seconds, the meat surrounding the ham bone would dissapear and Thrash thrash would toss the bone into his pack as well. Looking to Tiro, The lizardfolk would nod. "Enough now..." He would say before motioning to the door. "Smugglers.. Owe weapons..." Thrash would growl pointing towards the door on the far end of the pantry. Then pointing his claw to each of prisoners, he would hiss. "get for me... and clan" he would finish. Then after wiping the last of the meat bits from his face, he would look to the door leading out to the deck of the ship and let out a deeper hiss before muttering something in draconic before glancing back towards each of you. 

 "I bring men... we kill..." Thrash would say as he gestured towards the men to hide.  Then, a moment later he would snatch another strand of sausages in his mouth and open the door out to the main deck. Once outside with sausages hanging from his open maw he would look around and hiss loudly. "NO FEED THRASH!" He would growl loudly. "THRASH EAT GOOD MEAT!" He would yell once more before turning to head back into the pantry once he knew he had the attention of some of the men on deck....

"Ah ... what's he doing?" Gilly asks.

Something - Anything? - to Go?

As Thrash looks through the door he can see that it opens out onto the main deck which is about 35 feet long and 20 feet wide.  In the center, forward of the mast, a jolly boat is lashed to the deck with ropes. Aft of the mast is a hatch and a rope ladder climbing to a crow’s nest above. Two human figures lean against the rail mid-deck, staring toward the coast. Between them at deck level is a roll of canvas or rope. To the aft, below the upper decks, stand vague outlines of doors. You can also see ladders that lead to the upper decks, the aft one on the port side, the forward one on the starboard.

One of the figures turns to the other as Thrash bellows out something and sprays bits of masticated sausage in a generally forward direction "go get Greasy Jo and tell him to whip up something for the Lizardman before he eats all out stores." The other sailor heads off down a ladder to an area below the cabin where the Lizardmen are staying yelling out "Hey Greasy Jo!" As the other sailor heads off the first one turns back to Thrash "go back to your cabin and we'll get some more food for you! Oh and by the way leave some of the stores for us, totherwise we'll all be on short rations!"  

Thrash would head back into the pantry and look to the others. "cook come.. you kill..." He would reply with a hiss as he draws his flail and allows the metal and bone at the end of his weapon to jingle and clatter to the floor. "be behind door... shut when inside.." Thrash would hiss looking to one of his new companions. "No let escape" He would finish with a bit of a growl as he crouches low and moves to stand a bit away from the door as though not to block the way for the cook. He would move his shield arm beck over his head, sweeping back his frills before moving to a position where while he himself was visible, the weapon in his hand was not.

Stealth if needed? Not really trying to hid, just hoping to be a visual distraction and not appearing to be weilding his weapon until hopefully the door can be closed. 15

Vhon nods to the lizardman in understanding.  Positioning himself to be able to quickly blast anyone entering the room whilst not being seen easily from the doorway he readies an eldritch blast in case needed. "OK, try and stay out of sight until they are in, let's hope they don't com in mob handed."

"Kill? The cook?" Gilly whispers.

Does anybody else want to do anything?

"We kill, get you stuff.... get Clan stuff. .." Thrash would reply... "You have idea? Cook coming.." The lizardfolk would continue as his eyes dart from Gilly to he door to the main.  deck.

"Yes, kill the cook, kill the whole bloody bunch of these slaving bastards - what od you think they have in mind for us - a short life of hard labour or a longer one as a servant to some scum who pays for human lives.  Kill them, I say." Vhon looks as intense as anyone has ever seen him. Composing himself slightly he adds "But let's do it as quietly and sneakily as possible so we don't die trying."

Tiro says: "Yes, this scum must be removed from the face of the earth." and finds an appropriate place to hide away from melee range of where the cook will enter and prepares his sacred flame for when the cook has entered and the door is closed behind him.

stealth: 17

Gilly's usual grin is colored by the worried look in his eyes. "Y — yes, Cap'n," he replies quietly. "May your eye be keen and your strike ... merciful," he says, inspiring the man. He then hides.

Stealth: 18

Bardic inspiration to Vhon (For 10 minutes, the creature can add 1d6 to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw. This can be added after seeing the roll, but before knowing the outcome.)

Zin moves to hide behind something and readies the 2 axes for a fight.

Stealth 18

"As long as the captain is all mine." Hallard says with a grin. He then hobbles over to a hiding place.

Stealth: 15

The One-armed cook

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8T9RrcNWU4E

Not long afterwards the storeroom door is thrust open and one-armed sailor stomps in muttering "bloody scalies always hungry!"

So what's next

(OOC: I originally read this as "a one-armed sailor stomps in..." and for a moment I felt a little bad :P)

"Thrash hungry.." He would hiss at the cook as he entered the room, his eyes focused like lasers on his prey. Once he was a few steps inside the door, he would glance towards the free'd prisoner standing behind the door. Once the door was slammed shut and the cook turned his head, Thrash would leap towards the cook with his teeth barred and the plades on the end of his flail whistling through the air as the armor lizardfolk swings viciously with his savage weapon before attempting to bite the neck of the cook...

Flail Attack: 8 Damage: 8
Bite Attack: 14 Damage: 7

My Bad! - the sacks contain dried beans; the casks contain flour, salt, and ale; and the jars contain honey and olive oil. 

Is anybody else doing anything?

Waiting until the door has been closed behind the cook, Tiro casts sacred flame upon the cook for 2 points of damage.

As soon as the door is closed Vhon will attempt to eldtrich bolt the cook.

Attack 20 for 10 force damage

"Lights out."