Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Now that everyone knows the creatures are out there, their dim shapes under the nighttime sky are easier -- although still not easy -- to perceive.

One moves towards Safari, but when it is about to step into the circle of firelight, it flinches back, with a sound like steam escaping a kettle and settles back in the gloom to watch him instead.

As the fire surges in size and intensity, more of them hiss and back away.

 

[KoolMoDaddy-O]

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 ))

((Did we bring back these supplies? This post was lost in the shuffle after my failed attempt to heal from rum. I don't think any of us explicitly said we took them.))

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

((Did we bring back these supplies? This post was lost in the shuffle after my failed attempt to heal from rum. I don't think any of us explicitly said we took them.))

((I thought someone said, on one of the threads, that they were taking them.))

 

[Maggan]

((Safari brought all he could carry from the other camp))

 

[Maggan]

((Are we still in turn order?))

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

((Are we still in turn order?))

((Yes.))

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Knives continues to scream as he's dragged bloodily into the surf. And for the first time, the group realizes that Calvin is gone as well, another bloody streak across the sand going from where he had been standing earlier into the black waters.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Knives continues to scream as he's dragged bloodily into the surf. And for the first time, the group realizes that Calvin is gone as well, another bloody streak across the sand going from where he had been standing earlier into the black waters.

((I didn't roll damage for a burning stick because I wasn't sure what to roll. Feel free to roll it.))

 

[KoolMoDaddy-O]

Burn Tokwith curses in frustration, his machete nearly useless against the carapace of the devil crab.

Suddenly he recalls the pistol and shot recovered from the other camp. That might make a more effective claw cracker than his machete.

He races to find the pistol and load it.

((IIRC it takes 2 rounds to load a black-powder weapon.))

 

[Maggan]

Safari grabs a flaming branch from the fire and brandishes it at the crab-things. He's hoping to herd them back into the sea, away from the crew, but is careful not to make contact with them. As he waves the burning branch around he screams gutturally.

"Awast, ye foul beasts of the Sunken Hells of Davey Jones!"