Shipwrecked in Saltmarsh

Katernin stays out on the ship bow, praying for safety on the return to Saltmarsh. And for the wellbeing of the souls that were lost out due to the fight.

This is not a night for sleep, according to the captain, nor for being warm nor dry. If you are not on deck keeping watch for the harpies or the merrow (that's what the captain calls those harpoonists) or other attackers, he wants you pumping the hold with their crude pump or helping with repairs. (The crew is grateful for Kelnan's help with the smaller damage, but he is unable to help with the biggest gashes.) Standing in the sloshing, frigid water in the lower hold for more than a few minutes make you lose sensation in your feet; and standing on deck is to expose yourself to a sandblast of bitter sleet and wind. 

It is a long, awful night, but eventually dawn comes, if that's what you want to call it - a lightening of the gloom outside. (No long rest, and one level of exhaustion for everyone.) 
Fortunately, no further attackers were spotted.

The ship is still listing and sits low in the water, and the weather hasn't let up, but the captain prepares to weigh anchor and raise sails and make a run for it back to Saltmarsh.

Dain will work the night through, stoically.  He will not grumble or complain and will endeavour to raise the morale of the crew by his unfailing work ethic and efforts.

When the day dawns he'll take his position on the ballistae ready for anything.

     Fianna will grumble, bot not in a mutinous manner - More just the common grumble of all people having to do endless work that never seems to complete anything.  Still, she also uses Prestidigitation seemingly endlessly to warm her own, or the feet of the dwarves.  It doesn't last long but still, having any relief from freezing feet can seem like paradise at times...

The captain sets sail. The ship moves sluggishly, as the thin crew continues to pump, bail, and hold the elements back from taking the ship down. The captain is extremely irritable. From the crew there are a lot of prayers to Moradin and others, the contents of which don't make you feel particularly confident. A heavy wind blows from the east, full of stinging sleet. The captain struggles to get the ship's bearings, and the swells are large and dangerous. But you take his word for it that you are making some progress forward, however slowly. The little islet is long gone. The light barely brightens to a dull twilight, even though it must be approaching noon.

Dain maintains his lookout at the ballista, but visibility is near zero in this storm. The hours pass slowly. The dwarves are very grateful for Fianna's periodic foot-warming.

Eventually, the ship is stable enough that some of the dwarves are beginning to take sleep shifts, with the captain's reluctant approval. You may each choose to do the same if you wish.

Sleeping is cheating!   But yes, Dain agrees that it's a sensible move and will encourage the party to do so.  He will volunteer to be the last to sleep.

Molo will not sleep, deciding to try to keep watch, still. 

     Grumpily, Fianna will be stubborn about not sleeping after such an big deal was made of it earlier.  She'll out-dwarf the dwarves, demmit!

The day passes slowly and miserably. The weather improves slightly, then worsens. Darkness falls once again. No sign of land, nor of life in this gloomy, cold, endless ocean.

Molo and Fianna, exhausted, continue to keep watch. Kelnan, Katernin, and Dain catch some sleep, troubled but sufficient. (Long rest.) 

It is once again pitch black outside. 

Everyone make a perception check.

Molo perception 19 

Fianna Perception: 9

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Dain Perception:   5

Kelnan perception: 9

Molo, even in his exhausted state, pricks up his ears at something.

Perception: 21

“Umm… rocks. Rocks! Rocks!! Rocks ahead, TURN!” Molo starts frantically pointing where he can hear the rocks are splashing in the waves

It is pitch dark. The sleet continues, and the swells are large. The ship sits deep in the water, the pumping in the lower hold is constant.

The captain, like Molo and Fianna, did not sleep last night. His foul temper has become an explosive one, as he berates the crew for not working, even hitting one for a minor transgression. He snaps and snarks at the party as well.

Initially ignoring Molo's cries ("Quiet, you gibbering monkey!") he finally goes up on deck to listen and squint out into the black squall. (Captain's Perception check: 13 ) 

 He growls at Molo and goes down to the lower hold to yell at the crew.

Molo gets up to the prow and starts casting shatter as quick and repetitively as he can at where he thinks the rocks are, stepping up spell levels as needed

Dain will come up on deck and peer out into the rough sees where Molo is throwing magic.

     Fianna, on deck watching out for nasties and harpies and merpeople, (oh my!) will follow the commotion, if she hears it.  "Rocks?  Where there be rocks?" she would call out, peering into the night sky and trying to see whatever Molo sees.  "If there's rocks, shouldn't someone turn the boat??"