Aboard the Star of Nostro

After helping a few folks up the ladder, Longfoot and Joseph frantically begin searching for some kind of defensive advantage or hiding place. They exchange glances, recognizing some kindred spirit in each other. Wasting no time, they agree to work together, and invite the others to do the same. They move to try the doors under the poop deck, Longfoot taking the right and Joseph taking the left.

Sandra, bewildered and nauseated, can't really process all this horrific violence and gore. In a dream-like state, she will climb up to the fo'c'sle and look for a captain or somebody in authority.

Brother Longfoot looks about the opulent and spacious stateroom, and hopes the slime trail is leading OUT rather than IN. This is the kind of room I hoped to inhabit one day, once I become a member of the Order of Navigators. That goal seemed to be sailing away over the horizon, but he reminded himself that the world was full of danger, and if he were to succeed on this path, he would need to overcome this and many more challenges. If he balked now and the danger, he might as well never have dedicated his life to the study of navigation! With new resolve, he will head over to the writing desk and look for any information about the voyage or cargo that might be useful, being none to gentle with the desk if locks bar his way. He carefully avoids the slime at all costs, and keeps an eye on that mermaid rope thing.

Baldwin can't believe he's been actually cut! So, he chooses not to, which is a privilege granted to idiots all around the world. The ability to deny reality wasn't the sole province of idiots, but damn they were good at it, and Baldwin was one of the best.

Lost in his imagined world of stagecraft, he hoists his hammer and prepares for a mighty blow against the dragon that wounded him!

Sandra nopes the fuck out of interacting the walking pigs, and races back down the stairs screaming "Murder pigs! Murder pigs! Up on the top deck!" She'll head for the open door of the galley that Joseph entered.

Meanwhile, Joseph explores the galley with an eye for survival. He grab the most combat-effective looking kitchen knife, and then gets an idea. Fire might be a useful deterrent against those creatures, so he'll load some fuel in the oven to get a good roaring blaze going, with the intent on harnessing the fire in torches or something. At worse, he'll burn this whole fucking ship down. Those demonic creatures must not be allowed to live!