Over the next hour an and a half, the two porters manage to stabilise the ship-s mid section, and with the rest of the nails available do the best to stabilise the bow as well. Shae makes her rounds, making sure that everyone on the main deck that is injured gets their wounds dressed and looked at.

With the Unseen servant helping to refill waterskins, and with Berrus providing a way to bring over the other two barrels, everyone still on the ship drinks their fill, but the 15 gallons of water still available aren't enough to cover everyone's needs, and after the barrels are empty, the rest has to be topped off with the found wine in the cargo hold. Not ideal, but at least some liquid.

Sitting with the Captain, the Professor tries to determine where exactly the crash site was. all the information that Thasselandra can give him though is that they were headed along the eastern coast of Chult, and were somewhere south of the Sky Lizard mountains, from where the Pterafolk and the Roc attacked them. She doesn't remembered which way the ship went from there.

Flax’ arm has been splinted by Shae already, and without Zip applying any of his tinctures, salves or potions, his arm will heal naturally. You could offer him some tej to dull the pain, at the risk of getting Flax drunk and less able to contribute to any tasks.

”Thank you for taking care of the Captain.” Shae would offer her hand to shake for a gesture of apology and a proper introduction. “My name is Shae. How are you doing?”

Considering everything happening around girls change of heart was on the bother of heroics and Magixe was never able to hold grudges anyway. "Maxine" She accepted the hand and as politely as she could shacked it. "I think we can fix your pulley here after all. That collection of ropes we have - should be enough. You see ...". She realized Shae looked way too tired to go into details of rope splicing and stopped. "Well, the point is - we can do it".

As Shae left, Maxine with Zip's help got to business: ends of every two pieces were split, weaved together and Mended: Maxine took out two lodestones from one of her pouch, carefully put under the formal break and moved another over it, slowly muttering some words.

After a couple of minutes, Maxine manages to fix the rope to have about 200 ft of hempen rope available for the pulley

Looking at his maps, Professor S is shocked at what the captain tells him, his eyes darting to the horizon to look for the mountains, but seeing only trees blocking his view.

”Captain”, he says tensely, “We were supposed to be on the way to Port Nyanzaru, correct?  From Baldurs’s Gate?  How in the Nine Hells did we miss it by hundreds of leagues to the south!!??”  Professor S seems to be on the verge of panicking with most of Chult between them and their destination.

After some rest and now confident she can move about the area without fear of tripping and collapsing, Shae would begin inspecting the foliage in detail within her reach. She’d find a vine, and with one of her trusty daggers still on her, she’d slice the vine, hoping for water. She’d hold her dagger between her teeth while she’d hold the vine to the mouth of her waterskin.

If it works, she’d flag someone down to bring an empty barrel close to her for harvest. It may not be quick work, or a heavy stream of water, but it’d be a current available source. 

The Captain tries his best to dissuade the Professor: "It's normal to approach from the Southeast. The southern winds upon the Shining Sea are deflected by the Skylizard mountains and help carry airships up north, to Port Nyanzaru. When we were attacked by pterafolk we tried to outrun them by heading further south, since they too glide on the air currents."

Faekin stumbles but is able to stand on his to feet as the wooden plank snaps under the force. Since he could have used his Mending cantrip multiple times now, he thinks to himself, as he already found one of them, and his room more or less intakt that it should actually be somewhere in his room. So he keeps looking specifically for the second lodestone. If not really necessary he does only move what he really needs to search for the stone, because on one hand he doesn't hurt his shoulder even more and on the other hand he does not really know how structurally stable this part of the ship is, even thou it is on solid ground now.

If he should find anything else of use as he searches for the lodestone he will probably take it too. 

The one he already had he puts into his belt pouch. As he does not want to lose it again if somebody steals this backpack too.

Berrus finally on the main deck asks.    Was there anyone on that section that fell?

 

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The Captain tries his best to dissuade the Professor: "It's normal to approach from the Southeast. The southern winds upon the Shining Sea are deflected by the Skylizard mountains and help carry airships up north, to Port Nyanzaru. When we were attacked by pterafolk we tried to outrun them by heading further south, since they too glide on the air currents."

 Professor S narrows his eyes at the captain’s explanation, reasoning that there must have been a miscalculation somewhere to be this far off course.  He wonders if it was intentional or not, given what he has heard about pirates on the Chultan east coast...

The Professor has heard about pirate activity on Chult, but they seem to focus primarily on the Northwest, which would give a further reason to choose the southeastern route. Then again, the ship WAS transporting a lot of armour and weapons, which seems strange for what ostensibly was a passenger or merchant vessel. Similarly, the heavy armament on the ship and the fact that the crew seemed ready and capable to defend itself all only serves to increase his suspicions, but then again he doesn't have enough experience to tell whether the chosen route was really all that normal or not. Maybe he could ask some of the other passengers with more experience of such matters. But then again that could raise suspicions among everyone, and paranoia made for a bad companion in the midst of the jungle, hundreds of miles away from the nearest settlement...

Shae, the vine sap up near the top of the tree is far thicker than in the young shoots of the plant further to the bottom. A small trickle runs out of the vine, but at most about a pint every half hour. Looking at the thick liquid, you're not even sure whether it is truly drinkable.

Faekin, as you move through the remaining wreckage of the ship, the walls suddenly shift, and you fall down. As you try to get back up, the floor seems to cling to you, not letting you get up, almost like a swamp or quicksand. Withdrawing his hand from the wooden deck, his skin stretches impossibly. Looking up from the floor, the room has warped into a wooden tunnel, with the lush jungle floor outside looking more like an underwater seascape through which the light from the canopy filters down. The image is complete with four fish that weave in between the carol-like trees and the dancing strands of seaweed. Suddenly, one of the fish transforms into an octopus, moving towards him, curiously. An iron scent lingers in his nose.

The Professor will quiet down for now, still eyeing the captain with suspicion but apparently not willing to push the matter further at this time.  Instead he calls out, “is there a brave soul who can climb up high enough for us to get an idea of nearby landmarks?  Or did anyone else get a good look on the way down during the crash?”

As (hopefully) people respond, Professor S consults his map and attempts to get a rough idea of their location.  He also looks at nearby—okay, not so nearby—settlements to determine what might be the best way to go to get back to civilization.

Shae would call back to Berrus, “Yes, someone did fall with that section. Maxine said it was a gnome man.”

Shae would only harvest a bit of the liquid for testing, not wanting to contaminate any additional barrels or containers if it’s not in fact drinkable. She would make mental notes to review it later if she can get her hands on cooking equipment. Maybe she may be able to find a way to purify the liquid for hydration, or boil it down to sugars and harvest the vapour. “Has anyone come across any cooking equipment by chance?”

"I can do it" Maxine wiped her brows and made a gulp of water from the water-skin, offering the rest to the wounded. "Can I borrow the map?"

Should someone more capable offer the service, she would not object, though.

Climbing up about ten feet, Maxine slips and comes crashing down onto the deck, luckily the Professor didn’t give her the gazetteer straight away, and even better, the ship’s mid section had been stabilised. Still, she lands poorly and twists her ankle.

Maxine takes 1 falling damage.

Berrus sighs.  Ok then. Someone get me bout 1-200feet of rope an ill go down an try to find him

“Ah, thank you Maxine, but perhaps I will hold onto the map just in case...are you okay?” The Professor asks with concern, as she slips and falls.  “Perhaps I can make a sketch if...oh, right” he trails off, looking back to where his supplies were kept in the now fallen stern of the ship.

Faekin, not sure what is real and what not grips his rapier and holds it in the direction of the octopus, just to watch if it is trying to avoid it and if so, trying to poke it or slash at it.