You are a Pirate

The KGSS Chianti, a corvette in service to the Kingdom of Gwendyll Shipping Services, sat sails up, bobbing from the small ocean waves. The ship had years of service, she was made of the common Gwendyll Standard wood, had six cannons for defense, and currently a cargo hold full of confiscated illegal substances. Her deck was freshly swabbed, the mops still a thin red, and the bodies wrapped, weighed, and shoved overboard. It was the only solid ground within miles, according to your newly appointed navigator's best estimates, however, you were concerned whether he was holding the sextant the right way. Regardless, you certainly felt like a small brown dot in a huge encompassing blue void.
You and the other survivors were gathered round a coil of rope, emitting a soothing orange glow from one of your crew member's Light spell. The night sky was cloudy, and the moon and stars were peeking through every so often. There was the white noise of small talk between the crowd, until one person, Shira, her sword still drawn, called out to hush them.
Another voice agreed with her, "Alright, alright, she's right! I know no one wants ta talk about it right now, but what needs ta be done, needs ta be done... We need a new captain." called out Andy, the loudest of the mutiniers, and their undeclared ring leader. He said this with his arms outstretched, looking round the ring of people gathered, in what appeared to be a genuine attempt at open discussion.
This made the white noise return, as hushed discussions erupted back all around you. Andy seemed to smile at this as his arms fell to his sides, exasperated. He quickly crossed his arms over his large gut, and he cried out with his grin growing bigger as he went "Fine! I know it be a tough burden ta bare, but if my fellow crew mates need me ta lead them, ta protect them, ta dole out their fair wages... I will oblige!" This seemed to be answered by a general dissatisfaction from the crew, and yet, still no one would speak up.

You don't really know him, he was one of the more recent sailors to climb aboard. You know he is very loud and very opinionated, from what you have seen on the boat.

Andy's smile and smugness drop to a deep frown as several of the long standing crew, including Shira, raise similar sentiments to Zunis. Andy gives a distinct glare towards Zunis' direction, but remains silent.
A few of the crew roll their eyes and give knowing looks towards each other. These sailors have given Pasqual trouble before, never being quiet about how they feel towards his preachings, or any preachings for that matter, but upon mention of the previous captain, much of the crew quiets down, once again becoming quite reserved on the topic of new captain.
"Yes, we will need a leader if we want a real chance to make landfall in one piece" Shira states, a tone of complete certainty rolling through her words. She stares off to the expanding waters, slowly twirling her sword clockwise, then counter clockwise.

The crowd eases up as Roche parades the hat around, even going so far as chuckling and smiling in a non sinister way. Zunis' sarcasm from the back bring more snickers as the crew almost seems back to normal sailors busting each other's chops. These is underlined by Theren's high cutting jab, and released the flood gates of chatter, whoops, and hollering. When Pasqual refocuses the crowd into reason and the decision they all eagerly quite down to hear what would come of them by the hands of their future captain.

Shira was first to speak. You know her as a strong lass, a long time crew member, and a sure fighter with a resting scowl that could intimidate the pants off a succubus, to quote a story from Salty Jim. "If I were captain, I would go to sell the cargo to the most powerful person I could think of, Turunga. Hopefully gain some favor with him, and maybe he will offer us some jobs for easy cash. We don't have the fire nor man power to take on all the islands alone!" Turunga is a common name, a bit like the Boogeyman. People say he is a ruthless mob boss, with ears in many places and knives in even more.
"Ha if you have a certain death wish then go ahead and just try to stut up to Turunga! As soon as you do, if he doesn't decide to kill ye all and take everything for himself, he will make sure all of us will remain in his debt indefinitely! I would much rather go to a fringe port, slowly unload our wares to the highest bidder, and stock up to go pirating!" Andy blurts out, not allowing the crowd to react to Shira 's initial proposal. The fringe ports are far flung towns mostly consumed by criminals and debauchery. They aren't generally the best places to open up a store, but there would certainly be folk interested in your cargo.

The crowd enters a full discussion, many people nearby turning toward each of you for advice, as you were the other most vocal members.