OOC:
Oh sorry, yes totally fine! The fire has been stoked enough and torch materials are readily available! Eugene can see everyone on deck from the crow's nest, no enemies in sight. I'll describe what you can see on the poop deck and fo'c'sle as well.
On the fo’c’sle, a peculiar dog-like humanoid figure has been carved into the foremast. The creature is approximately 2-feet tall, has a canine face, stands up-right like a halfling, but has webbed hands and feet. It is dressed in traditional sailor’s attire and is holding a hammer and smoking a pipe. It appears to be smiling cheerfully.
On the poop deck, you’re alarmed to find the ship’s wheel has been splintered to pieces. So now, in addition to all the other hardships you’ve endured, you’re also left wondering how you will possibly steer the ship? Near the splintered ruins of the ship’s wheel is a small locker.
Belamina reads another entry in the log: "Three more murders! Entrails removed just like with McCann. The crew fear we may have a reef-wraith on board and are now singing to the Klabautermann for protection from dawn to dusk. I brook none of this nonsense. The culprit is a man and we shall unveil the fiend! Doubling the watch. Tempted to light the lanterns at night despite the Ibis risk."
Bryson, Gryff, and Dengus look in as the baker opens the door. Entering this large stateroom, you feel like you’ve stepped off the ship and into a cave. The walls have been adorned with clay and rock in such a meticulous and ingenious manner, the cabin resembles an underground cavern.
On one side of the "cavern" is a small sitting ledge with an open scroll and candle. Laying on the floor is Dahut! You recognize her from your farewell dinner with Captain de Keradel the night before departing on your voyage. Dahut’s arms are crossed over her chest and she’s holding an ornate rock pick, but both she and the tool are transformed! Dahut’s flesh is in a state of petrification, half flesh and half stone. It’s as if she’s been gazed upon by a basilisk!