Using piece of knotted rope from his pack, Xandren is able to loop it over the railing of the ship. The warforged climbs up first, to scan for threats. With a gesture, he motions the rest of them up. Bodies are strewn all over the deck. Blood pools in some places where it can't flow off the side of the ship. Many limbs, hacked off viciously, lay next to the corpse they came from. Two sets of stairs on both ends of the ship lead to raised decks. Doors are set into the raised areas, both are closed. The sails are limp, they were refurled, to prevent from being pushed further into the reef. A grated cover, conceals stairs that lead belowdecks.
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Meanwhile on the beach...
Eliza sighs and responds to the shifter's statement. "I would doubt, it unless you know more than I do. My journal and clothes are all I have aboard there. Rex too, of course."
Stellan looks around the beach, for threats. He catches a glint of metal from behind him. He quickly stands, and pulls his axe from it's harness.
A number of figures step from the shadows of the jungle. Goblinoids. A tall hobgoblin, in spiked plate armor stands in the lead. A pair of hobgoblin soldiers flank him. Other goblins, some with crossbows, others with short blades, stand further back in the shadows.
The one in plate speaks, his voice deep. "Looks like somebody took care of Glick and his damn bugs for us. That make our job much easier."