Chapter 4: The Light of the Undying

Aye. What brings ye aboard and how.can we help ye?

The Light brings me, of course. I wish to travel with you and spread the light wherever you go!

Nae eer heard of your God...any of ye ken it?

"Enuf of this light, Its too early." Phillip mumbles from below decks on his hammock as he tries to snuff out the light to go back to sleep.

Grog awakens in a place high up aboard the ship: the Crow's nest. It shouldn't have been enough sun to give him sunburn, but definitely hints of a tan are forming. He sits up and lets out a loud yawn, probably not audible to those below.
After putting his furs/blanket back on, he approaches the side of the nest where the ladder climbs up to, and proceeds to let out last night's drink over what he thinks is the side of the ship. All the while, he grunts loudly and sings a groggy song that is DEFINITELY loud enough for everyone on the main deck.

To the tune of Spider-Man---
"Groggy Grog! Groggy Grog! Groggy, groggy, groggy grog grog! Grog grog Grog? Grog grog grog! Grog groooog, groggy groggy Groooooog!"

Try to remain Sober.

Jhiros leans over the scarred map table, glancing over the charts when the call of the other vessel went up.

Well shit. Bring her around, fifteen degrees to port, then straighten her out, let's keep them on the starboard side. he calls out, using his magics to enhance his voice so it booms across the deck.

Zale is glad to be in open water again. He is looking forward to finally seeing the triton kingdom, but also a little nervous about it. He is glad that after joining this crew, one of the first friends he made was Jhiros. The genasi has found the jovial triton to be a good drinking companion.

Grog had been lazing about the ship, helping out in his own ways when needed. If anything, he would probably be hanging out with Phillip as they both have the raging tendencies.

Makes sure all is running smoothly, from his position beside the captain

Pelner spends his time over the course of smooth sailing working on the project Nela commissioned him for. He also spends some time talking to Zale about the finer arts of distillation and how he uses distilled lamp oil to power his hot air balloon.

Valrakas nods his approval at Jhiros' command. "Dunno why ye insist on studyin' em charts when they mean fuck-all in these strange waters," the captain growls, before heading up to the poop deck to peer at the other ship through his spyglass.

"Fuck me, it can't be!" For the first time ever, the minotaur looks quite shaken. "Can't be. I must still be drunk. Damn ye an' yer green shit, Zale! Got me seein' ghosts!" Valrakas says nothing more, just stares grimly at the other vessel as Kestrel closes the distance.

A couple of hours later, you approach a three-masted sloop with well-polished planks and well trimmed sails. The figurehead is a naked woman, her carved wooden hair flying, head thrown back in laughter. The ship is a lean and mean bitch, and looks like she and the Kestrel would be equally matched in a race or fight were it not for the fact that she is badly damaged and is barely staying afloat. The crew, which appear to be all women, are busy making repairs.

Those of you who have been sailing with Valrakas the longest recognize this ship from tales told around dockside taverns back in your home world. The Sea Witch, terror of the high seas, crewed by the most bloodthirsty bitches that ever lived, led by a beautiful devil of a woman, named Leatha "Fishwife" Gabranth.

A gangplank is hastily thrown across the two vessels, and the captain, an imposing, fiery-eyed woman, strides across, "Valrakas is 'at pure ye? Ah thooght ye waur deid ye son of a hoor!" She walks up to the minotaur, and in a feat of athleticism, grasps his arm, somehow pulls herself up, and plants a passionate kiss on his ugly snout. Valrakas is struck dumb, struggles to find words, ends up mooing.

"Happy tae see ye, tay," Leatha laughs. She casts an appraising gaze across the Kestrel. "Braw ship yoo've got. We coods use some help. Got burst by a skeleton ship. An' ah mean, a ship manned by skeletons. We waur sure we waur deid. But 'en it vanished -- poof, disappeerd!"

Valrakas is still nonplussed, so Leatha introduces herself to you, "Leatha Gabranth. Used tae be his boss an' his fiance. Pleased tae meit ye."

Grog seems a bit dumb-struck by the woman who's just come across. In his own simple way, that is to say with some dwarven spittle, he dapers up his mohawk, saunters up with greataxe at hand (held up by the tooth), and proceeds to shout!

"Groooog! Grog Grog! Grooog~?"

Och tis good tae meet ye. He smiles, on fact hes been smiling since she started talking...its been a while since hes heard an accent like his.

Zale is thoroughly enjoying Valrakas' discomfiture. He ribs the minotaur, "You never told us you were almost married, Cap!"

Nela has very mixed thoughts. She simply intercepts a Kitty that had taken notice of the arrival of the new ship.

It's a pleasure to meet you Cpt. Gabranth, as you say your ship is almost not seaworthy! Plener seems almost distraught with how bad a shape her ship is in. Captains, permission to board and begin helping with the repairs.