[2 points of damage from the arrow to Allen]
The captain shakes his head, "We'll give them a proper barial in the Nyr Dyv. They may have been pirates, but they were still sailors." Him and the unwounded sailors work hard to keep the craft headingin the proper direction through the tough enterance.
The Nyr Dyv spans to the horizon with no sign of the opposite shore in sight. It's waters black compared to the water in theriver that the boat was so laborously trying to leave.
Once the boat breaks the headwaters of the lake, the captain seems to relax and the boat seems to travel at a much nicer fasion. Since the boat is a coast runner, it stays within sight of the shore as it travels, except when the captain pulls the ship deeper for the barial.
After a preyer and a few words about the dangers of the sea, the pirates are comited to the sea.
Travel continues rather uneventful through the night, and you are woken up the following morning by one of the sailors to anounce that the village you were heading for is in sight, and that they would be pulling up to the dock within the hour.
Once on deck, the group sees a squalard village with wooden huts and cabins, bocks and warehouses. The people go about their lives in a fasion that looks forced rather then enjoyed... just like everywhere else. The streets are unpaved, uncobbeled and muddied from the constant trafic from the docks and shore. The smell of rotten fish permeates the ship from the shore.
