Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

They don't do Thieves' Cant, but some of the crew are translating and explaining here and there to keep you abreast of what's going on.

Three of the older crewmen want to hang the boatswain for cowardice, the other are opposed on the grounds that he's the one most capable of taking over the ship. There's also some anger and mistrust toward the party for burning the pirate ship when Cornflower seemed to have been handling things in a way that would have prevented any loss of life, but many of the direct witnesses to these events were killed; they are putting pressure on Flat Snake and the other survivor of the arrow rain to tell them more about how it all went down.

The most vocal of the anti-boatswain crewmen, a stout and graying fellow named Sour Fruit, starts to demand an immediate vote on who should be recognized as captain.

Felor manages to derail the call for vote, for the moment, by initiating culturally inappropriate burial practices. The crewmen quickly abandon the debate and start to unwrap the bodies, chiding Felor and shooing him away from their dead.

While this commotion is going on, the crewman Felor healed whispers something to Flat Snake, who hurries over to Zangua and speaks quietly to him.

Flat Snake awkwardly shuffles back to join the rest of the crew. Sour Fruit starts to gesture for the crew to gather with him up on the poop deck. Some words are exchanged, and the boatswain begins to shout in a loud, strident voice. One of the larger crewmen comes up and grips him tightly by the upper arm and he stops shouting and follow the rest of them up to the deck. Flat Snake and the healed crewman follow, glancing back at the party with worried looks on their faces.

Flat Snake avoids eye contact with Domarc.

"You. Go below deck," Sour Fruit says. "All of you."

Give that an Intimidation or Persuasion check, your choice.

One of the crewmen whispers something to Sour Fruit, who nods slowly, never taking his eyes off of Domarc. A heated conversation follows in the crew's native language. Sour Fruit starts to ask questions of Flat Snake, who answers in nervous monosyllables. The boatswain looks more and more anxious, but as Sour Fruit delivers a long and angry-sounding speech, his expression crests into something resembling relief. Abruptly, Sour Fruit descends from the poop deck and starts walking toward the forecastle, with two other crewmen following him.

"Sour Fruit is the captain now," Flat Snake says. "No-one will be hanged. We return to Utwar." He still sounds a bit shaken by the questioning.