[D&D 3.5/Eberron] A Quick One While He's Away

"How is the food onboard?" asked Plonk, thinking he should have stocked up on sweets and smokeweed.

The gnome will make himself useful, repairing what's needed. He also checks out the other crewmembers, and passengers, if any.
 

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"My name. Of course. I'm Captain Hernan De Vere. The food is what it is. None of the crew seem particularly enamored of it, but it's a short trip." He looks to Flawed and Rawhide to see if they have anything they'd like to know.
 

It takes Flawed a bit to overcome its desire to remain silent, but it finally asks
"What kind of enemies, with what weaknesses, should we expect?"
 

Rawhide is busy trying to, using his fingers and toes, count up all of the various hours spent watching and not watching. He seems fully perplexed by the issue of watching for a while and then not, and scratches his head often in bewilderment. However, everytime he does this, he loses count on his fingers and has to start all over again from the beginning.
 

"Enemies and weaknesses? The two main threats during the crossing are sahuagin and pirates. The latter I can usually out run — The Unexpected's a fast old girl. The sahuagin, on the other hand...they're the reason we hire guards. I wouldn't be too concerned about them, though. We've not had any encounters with them on our last four crossings. Something must have them spooked." De Vere grins. "We drop lines in about an hour. Make yourselves comfortable. I've got some last minute preparations to take care of." He heads back into the captain's quarters.

OOC for Everyone: If you have any particular plans, state them now. If not, I'll push things along tonight/tomorrow morning.
 


Plonk: Not being a sailor, you don't know exactly why it's so much faster, but you figure some of it's got to be in the ship's superior design. It has sleek lines and a fairly narrow beam for a fairly large ship.

OOC: Moving along tonight after I get back from work!
 

Zor, 14th Aryth, 998 YK
Ext. Stormreach Harbor — Daybreak

The eleven days at sea pass uneventfully. Watches come and go, and you settle into a routine. Travel is comfortable and quick with the waters surprisingly calm and the winds almost supernaturally favorable. Although you do see Starbuck frequently, you only see De Vere at intervals and usually only in passing.

On the morning of the eleventh day, as you're between watches, you hear a sailor cry "Land!" from the crow's nest. When you reach the deck, you can see the buildings of Stormreach breaking through the dewy haze.

Rawhide, Gannon:
As most of the crew gazes longingly at the land (and the inevitable furlough that it promises, the two of you hear an odd thunk off the aft quarter, starboard side. As you turn to better hear the noise, you hear it again. Thunk.

OOC: Please excuse the brevity of this post and rest assured that it represents a whole ton of dice rolling. ;)
 
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"Starbuck,curious name. Seems so familiar and leaves an odd taste in the mouth..." mutters Plonk. He is glad to see Stormreach, with no sahuagin around. He has busied himself fixing odds and ends around the boat, as well as putting a shine on Flawed, ungrateful though the Warforged might be.
 


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