Shipwrecked in Saltmarsh

(Then Molo kicked his unconscious body down an eight-foot drop. It didn’t end well. Likewise, the caped swordsman was still breathing until Molo set off an explosion behind him. There are other surviving crew... somewhere. The boy seems to have vanished now, also.)

     “We should search the rest of the ship,” Fianna suggests.  “As much as I’d like to take a breather, I don’t think we want to risk them organizing and attacking en mass if there are more...  and I think I saw at least one scaley looking dude slip through a door?”

     Even while saying this, Fianna starts searching the bodies around her.  Stripping them of weapons, as a precaution, grabbing and storing anything interesting, and noting if they seem to have good armor or such for later.  Don’t want weapons laying about if there may be more adversaries.

Kelnan's shoulders relax as he looks around the deck. He looks up the mast into the dark. Darkvision should be effective at that distance as well.

"You up top, drop your weapon on the deck and come on down. We don't need anyone else hurt here."

He motions for the others to back away if they are near the mast. No head injuries needed from falling objects.

Fianna finds nothing of special interest among the many bodies. Worn armor, mediocre weapons, cheap jewelry, and personal effects. 

Kelnan sees no sign of anyone above. His calls go unanswered.

All is quiet for the moment.

“I got this,” Molo says as he begins to climb up to the crow’s nest.

athletics 6 

     Fianna will start heading down into the ship...

Dain hefts his maul, shaking a bit as he calms and the post adrenalin rush wobbles hit him.  "I'll go first lassie," he says to Fianna, pushing gently past her and heading down into the ship in front of her.  "Better they hit this big lump o' a dwarf than yer softness," he grins back at her.  He takes his maul in two hands and makes his way carefully into the depths, eyes everywhere.

Perception: 4

Molo finds the mast too slippery (compounded by the rocking of the ship) to climb, even for an athletic kobold like Molo.

There are five doors leading off the deck - including two open ones - as well as a hatch flush with the deck. Presumably Fianna is exploring the open hatch, with stairs leading down, under the forecastle, partially blocked by a dead crossbowman?

     “Soft?” Fianna huffs in mock insult and the swats Dain on the back of the head, but allows him to take the lead...

((one door is as good as another when clueless.  She’d head to the one she thought the lizard man ran into but not remembering which it was, she just picks one... so yeah, that’s a good place to start.)

Dain will grunt as he's hit on the back of the head and head where Fianna directs him.

Two doors are open, forward. 

The left door, blown open in the blast, appears to open into a galley. A crude metal stove, not lit, leans against the hull. Next to the stove is a metal bin, and beside this is a large wood table, bolted firmly to the deck. The table has a large drawer. Hanging from hooks set into the hull above the table are two saucepans and a skillet. Set against the bulkhead opposite is a large cask. Beside this stands a wooden cupboard. Against the bulkhead beside the forward door is a wooden upright chair, and hanging from the center of the deck above is an unlit, hooded lantern. Two iron frying pans and some broken crockery lay on the floor. Another door, closed, is on the far end.

The center door contains a stairwell down into a large, dark cabin. In the doorway lay a dead sailor and two crossbows.

The righthand door, from which you briefly saw a mysterious, reptile-headed humanoid, is closed again.

     "The right one," Fianna suggests to Gain.  "Not sure what it is I saw go down there, but I am pretty sure it was there..."

     But she pauses them at the door.  Looking back towards the others Fianna calls out "Molo!  You can handle the one in the rigging?  If he surrenders, treat him well.  We'll need cooperative helpers who know this ship!  If he doesn't...  We'll dump his body when we dump the rest."

     Fianna then taps Dain on the shoulder to indicate she was ready to continue.

Molo is struggling, and decides to hide up on the deck to lurk while waiting for the sailor up there to come down.

Fianna opens the starboard hatch next to the ladder to the forecastle. 

A distinct odor greets you: it reminds you of a marsh or a swamp — not fetid, not oppressive, but certainly noticeable.

In the center of the area is a wood table, bolted to the deck. On the table sits a silver jug half full of a red liquid; with it are three pewter mugs. Around the table are set three upright wooden chairs, and an unlit hooded lantern hangs from the ceiling above.

In the gloom, you can see three hammocks — one at each end of the cabin slung between the bulkhead and one of the ship’s ribs, and the third hanging across the corner of the cabin from next to the aft door to the central bulkhead. Each hammock is occupied by a scaled figure.

A small chest or box of some sort lies under the most forward hammock. There appear to be weapons under each of the hammocks.

One of the figures sits up and stares at Fianna and Dain. "તે સમય છે?" it asks, in a flat, raspy, reedy tone. It reaches for a javelin.

     Fianna looks from the room, to Dain, to the room and back to Dain.  "You speak lizard?" Fianna asks without much hope...

     As she sees the one reach for a weapon she says "hHey hey hey!" strongly, but not overly loudly, and readies an Eldritch Blast but doesn't quite release it yet.

The reptilian humanoid slowly stands, gripping its javelin, staring at Fianna and Dain without blinking. "અમે પહોંચ્યા છે?" it rasps. 
The other two sit up in their hammocks and stare as well. They possess natural armor, but they all have spiked shields, heavy clubs, and javelins at their disposal. The swampy smell is strong. You hear a fluttering sound behind the chest under the forwardmost hammock.

Meanwhile, all is quiet in the rigging, but Molo watches intensely. The rigging seems silent and empty in the dark, gusty, rocking space above your heads, although you can't quite see into the crow's nest. If Molo continues to watch, he can make a Perception check.

Molo continues his watch for the time being

perception 12 

Molo sees some subtle movement in the darkness at the edge of the crows nest. It's 40 feet up, a wooden platform, 10 feet square with 3-foot-high wooden walls. It's accessible via a hatch on the bottom, although there is no sign of a ladder. 

     "Do you speak Common?" Fianna asks. Then, switching to Elvish "Do you speak Elvish?"

     Fianna keeps her hands and her concentration ready to cast again but is hesitant to start combat again since her and Dain are outnumbered here...

Molo waits, hiding somewhere he can keep an eye on the booger up top