"What more do you want outta me?" the halfling flusters. "I can see the cap'n's lockbox open over there, so you already know where our main camp is.
"And all I know about this new god-thing is what the sheep say, and I usually don't listen to them any longer than it takes to get all their gold and slit their throats. To hear them tell it, Owbej himself visits that bloody temple, hooks up with his medusa high priestess, then sweeps through the streets huntin' down the unfaithful and swallowing 'em whole. Sounds like a load of hooey to me. If you wanna know more about that living god scam they have going in Martna, you'll do better to ask the blokes in the creepy masks."
Captain Renlow, back at the wheel of The Downpour, points to the growing lights ahead. "Whatever else you folk want to bleed out of this one, I'd recommend doing it soon. We're less than an hour from the city, and you'll need to ... get things in order--" the dwarf looks meaninfully to the bound halfling--"While we're still far enough out that harbor watch doesn't see anything."
"I saw that!" the halfling says, looking back and forth from the dwarven captain to the party. "I'm tellin' you everything I know. I cooperated and everything. You can't just ... you're do-gooder types, aren't you? You don't just ... " the pirate can't seem to bring himself to finish the thought.