OoC- Sorry to see you go, Someone. We'll need a replacement.
Captain Goodman quickly picks some crewmembers and inspects the pirate ship. It has plenty of food and water, and spare sails, riggin, and even an extra mast. The sailors quickly get to work repairing the fire-damaged sails, bringing over missing gear, and preparing to sail. The far side of the pirate ship bears its name - "Golden Lilly." Goodman says the ship will be underway as soon as possible.
Maelstrom walks slowly over the ship attempting to detect magic. He finds 3 crossbow bolts that radiate a slight transformation magic, 1 potion that radiates transformation magic, and 2 potions that are clearly healing potions.
As the others search the ship for enemies or loot, they find little out of the ordinary for a pirate ship. The hold is filled with spices, fine linen and silks, and several crates filled with glassware, all obviously from other ships. They find two toothless old women hiding in the galley, and one half-orc quivering in the bilgehold who begs for mercy when found.
After Fealnne is finished speaking, the Ogre looks at him strangely. Then the Ogre's face seems to shake, like a huge earthquake moving mountains somewhere in Oerth. His face seems to crack, and opens into a smile.
"I do good?" his low voice booms out. "Why did capan go, den?"
Rowena concentrates on the old man in front of her. He does not radiate evil, although their seem to be faint traces of it around him.
The old man says, "I know where the cap'n be taking us in Highport. 'Twon't look like nothing to you but another abandoned building, but was a temple in the day. Now we takes slaves there, and the capan walks in with the mates and walks out with a pouch full of gold and silver. I can tell how to get in, though. And about the singin.'
"But I need more'n yer help an' mercy. I need me life."
Her intuition tells her he speaks the truth, and only wants to live out his few remaining days in peace. She recalls hearing of many sailors who, although not evil, did not actively fight being press-ganged into pirate service. Better a life you didn't choose than no life at all, such men would think.