After a few minutes Rotgut manages to come around. He stares up at you with a mixture or surprise and respect on his face.
Magic uzers, aye? We'll aint that somtin'. I think we're gonna work out jus' fine. He slowly gets to his feet, poors some grog down the unconscious party members' throats and they come back to conscioisness with a cough.
OOC:
At 1hp. Just so you know.
The good newz iz, we don' have ter do much work on dis ship. She's fully automated. All we gotta do is fight the other ships and take deer shi'. You guys get some rest and tommora we're gonna do some more trainin'. Then rotgut leaves the galley.
After the crows disipates, a young elven woman with purple hair approaches your group.
Don't worry too much about Rotgut. He's not such a bad bloke and he's a good man to have on your side in a fight. My name's Lissa and I've been in your shoes, so I'll go over a few of the rules here. First off, as Rotgut said, we don't have any jobs per se. Bronzebeard might occasionally ask us to do some heavy lifiting but mainly, he and his parrot do most of the work. He encourages us to fight as much as possible but don't ever kill another member of the crew. Bronzebeard will keel haul you for that. Finally, we split all of the booty. Everyone gets a share. So even though you were press ganged, you're not slaves, no matter what anyone says. Oh and your belongings were deposited in the quartermaster's office. You should be able to find him in the hold. Any questions?