Tara carefully makes her way down the rigging and joins the others on deck.
"There's more to crewing a ship than the rigging," she grumbles, a little peeved that she never reached the top.
OOC: Hey, at least you made progress. I think it was as much player frustration with the dice roller as Mr Putzthat motivated Bella. At least it made for good roleplaying.
With the seven of you left standing in a small semi-circle the first mate looks each of you up and down. "You the bald Garundi! I have a question for you. Can you cook? You look like you haven't eaten the past week, but maybe you can cook even if you don't eat."
He looks to the rest of you. "Can any of you cook? I have a cusy job for someone who can cook a descent meal!"