Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
Then he follows the blood trail towards the waterline, but stops a few feet from the water. His face twitches nervously. What can he see below the surface?
The water is shallow and clear. Smooth sand extends about 100 yards out into the water before suddenly dropping off into the deep blue.
 

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KoolMoDaddy-O

Explorer
((Pretty sure that everyone got two portions of rum))

((I didn't realize the rum was contained in individual doses -- I thought it was in one big barrel. If Tokwith has a bottle then he will drink one dose. Toughness test vs DR8 = rolled a 5 -1 = 4 so FAIL.))

Suddenly remembering the bottle he brought with him from the wreck site, Burn Tokwith pops the cork and takes a healthy swig -- then immediately projectile vomits a stream of seawater, bile, and last night's supper.
 

((I didn't realize the rum was contained in individual doses -- I thought it was in one big barrel. If Tokwith has a bottle then he will drink one dose. Toughness test vs DR8 = rolled a 5 -1 = 4 so FAIL.))

Suddenly remembering the bottle he brought with him from the wreck site, Burn Tokwith pops the cork and takes a healthy swig -- then immediately projectile vomits a stream of seawater, bile, and last night's supper.
((It was a barrel but I just assumed we poured it into flasks or whatever. @Whizbang Dustyboots can correct me if I’m wrong))
 


Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
Burn Tokwith smacks his lips, regretful he brought no rum on their march. A good jot would be just the thing to revitalize his spirits after the long slog across the island.

He searches the barrel and the crate in the hope their contents might slake his thirst.
Inside the crate is a flintlock pistol, a medical kit, fishing knife and flint and steel, all partially covered by a fishing net.

The barrel contains gunpowder with 20 rounds of shot dropped atop the powder.

((I apologize for missing you interacting with the barrel and crate last week, @KoolMoDaddy-O ))
 
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Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
At the abandoned camp, Safari walks up to the abandoned musket, gingerly picking it up. He examines whether it is loaded or not, and if it's been fired recently.

Then he follows the blood trail towards the waterline, but stops a few feet from the water. His face twitches nervously. What can he see below the surface?
The musket has been fired and was dropped and never reloaded or cleaned.
 

((Greetings all))

Calvin washes up on the shore down the beach from where Desiree is building the boat, and after catching his breath, stands, picks up his broken piece of mast, and walks toward Desiree.

He looks around and then calls "Are you the only one that made it, then?"
 
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Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 14/14 Luck 1d2;
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water


The Leperchaun hears the voice in the dark but doesn't immediately know where it's coming from. He freezes and his hand moves to his whaling harpoon which is standing up in the sand like a sentinel keeping watch.

When he sees Calvin come into the fire-light, he relaxes slightly,

"Only one? " He says wryly, "You'd think so with all the help I got teh build this magnificent boat!" - there was nothing magnificent about the boat, "but, no, thar be others."

"They be exploring this island - found a camp, yonder." He points ambiguously to the darkness behind him, "Why don't you spend a minute dryin' off by the fire so yeh don't die of cold, then make yerself useful an' help me finish this rig."

He's suddenly wracked with a hacking cough that lasts several minutes. He spits on the ground, takes a sip of some dark liquor and then returns to his work, tying some rigging.

"Lucky you made it to shore in all the dark, I'd say..."
 
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"Bah, tweren't nothin but hangin onto some wreckage or another." He spits on the sand.

"I'll start with helpin ye with the boat. And aye, it ain't bad, all things considered. If it floats." He grins widely.

"Not surprised at all t'others'd wander about rather than puttin in any work, what with the cap'n gone."

Before he begins to help, he takes a soaked quill, a bottle of ink, and a soaked roll of parchment, and lays them out near the fire to dry off. "Bah, I hope these still work, tho." He mutters to himself. He lays down a broken piece of mast near at hand.

"So what's the plan? Ah, nevermind, we'll see what happens if'n we survive the night." And he sets to helping.

((Calvin has a Strength +3, so he moves things around as needed, especially looking for the heavy stuff.))
 

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