Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
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The group that ventured to the abandoned camp returns to their main camp just as the sun dips below the horizon, making the sky go from pink to inky blue and then black almost instantly.
 

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Maggan

Writer for CY_BORG, Forbidden Lands and Dragonbane
Safari dumps his loot on the sand.

"This is what we could find ... this and a trail of blood leading down into the sea. Something vile has happened here, something has dragged the poor souls of the other camp down to Davey Jones."

We looks nervously at the sea, watching for movement below the water.

"We'd better set up turns for taking watch this night. Is the vessel sea-worthy? If so we can leave this god forsaken bank of sand as soon as the sun rises tomorrow."
 

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 14/14 Luck 1d2;
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water


"Is it sea worthy???? What kind of question is that? Of course it is!"

His overconfidence gives you some pause,

"And I ain't half as concerned of what's in the sea as I am that this taffer," he points at Knives, "had sea turtle eggs and didn't even tell us! You know what? I like the idea of a watch and since Knives, here, has such a full belly, he'll surely have plenty of energy for middle watch. As fer me, I like to watch the sun come up over the waves and maybe get some fishin' in before we leave. I'm takin' last watch. I'd have suggested Safari take last watch but seeing as our cabin boy ate all the breakfast, it looks like the cook gets the morning off."

At that, The Leperchaun stomps to the grassiest piece of sand he can find and plops himself down, and makes a show of sleeping...passive aggressive sleep.
 

Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
It's too dark to see anything in the water now that the sun has gone down. The raft probably needs a few more hours of work after dawn to be ready to sail.

((It sounds like you're starting a campfire -- is that right?))
 

Maggan

Writer for CY_BORG, Forbidden Lands and Dragonbane
Safari starts gathering up warped driftwood, dried seaweed, any bit left unused from the raft-building, gathering it all into a pile by the group. He keeps close to the others while doing this, being careful not to turn his back to the sea.

Using his findings he makes a small campfire, careful not to squander too much fuel. As the fire takes hold, he tries to survey the situation regarding the food supplies.
 
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Safari starts gathering up warped driftwood, dried seaweed, any bit left unused from the raft-building, gathering it all into a pile by the group. He keeps close to the others while doing this, being careful not to turn his back to the sea.

Using his findings he makes a small campfire, careful not to squander too much fuel. As the fire takes hold, he tries to survey the situation regarding the food supplies.
Desiree opens one eye,

“I don’t think we need two fires, matey”
 
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