Celene has little knowledge of divine magic and doesn't recognize the spell at all.



Despite being charmed, the man looks at the giant bug without enthusiasm. "Gee, you're awfully pretty and all, but that thing looks really dangerous, let's just run away..." he says, but then looks into her 18 year old 18 charisma blue eyes and adds. "Okay, frak it, I'll do my best." He stands his ground and then swings at the rhagodessa but shows the same level of ineptitude as the rest of the crew and misses by miles.

08:23, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 7 using 1d20+2. Thug attack rhagodessa.




Celene's flame attack is poorly aimed and ranges wide over the battlefield, showering most of the party with small gouts of flame, but she does eventually manage to focus it on the bug and hold it there until it scorches a small hole into its carapace.

The creature chitters and squeals, writhing to escape the flame but held in place by Alohan's weight on its front leg. It tries to retreat back into the hold but the sorceress keeps up the attack, and the creature slumps forwards, wedged into the hatch. It shudders and then it is still. Alohan is still attached to it via the hooked barbs in its front leg pad.

OOC: That is 26 points damage in all. That will do it!

Alohan collapsed in exhaustion feet dangling into the ship's hold with the rhagodessa still fixed to his thigh. He clutched his bleeding abdomen, laying back on the ship's deck in an attempt to fight the light headed nausea that accompanied exertion. Breathing came regularly, if not labored, and the sky spun unnaturally forcing Alohan to close his eyes or lose his lunch. "kanapapiki...," he whispered. How he wished he stayed in bed with Rowyn. He wouldn't be in the middle of Sasserine's harbor, severely cut open and suffering from blood loss. Well... maybe there would be some blood loss -the woman did use her nails.

When the world ceased its spin, Alohan sat up and looked down to his thigh. The creature's suction cup was lined with barbs, fixing it to his skin. If he pulled it off, no doubt it would rip and tear his already lacerated flesh. "Anyone be havin' a knife?" he asked, looking at his companions.

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Rage: 4 | 6
Swift: Breaking Rage for 2 rounds of Fatigue

"Check on that damned girl, that she does not create any more trouble... I'll take care of Alohan..." said Angati as she ran towards Alohan. She then kneeled next to him, and holding the leg with care, she helped him move and pull out the barb trying not to cause any more damage.

Then, she started concentrating, trying to feel the pulse of time that she had always been able to find inside her. It seemed like time slowed to a halt and, just as she was releasing the energies on Alohan, the claw of the monster she had been holding twitched on the floor as if it would attack her.

Her scream could probably be heard for miles, as her heart thumped on her mouth. "DAMNED YOU ANANSI !!!  MY HEART ALMOST STOPED THIS TIME" she said looking at some indetermined point next to her and a bit lower... she seemed furious, and happy that it hadn't been for real.


12:55, Today: Angati rolled 5 using 1d8+1. CLW Alohan.
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Logan kneels next to Angati and Alohan.  "Maybe this can help?"  He uses the very tip of his rapier to help pry the barbed appendage of the giant spider-thing of Alohan while Angati tends to his wounds.

HIT POINTS & MISFORTUNE
Angati  HP: 11/11   <MF NOT USED>
Alohan  HP:  7/15   <MF NOT USED>
Celene  HP:  7/ 7   <MF NOT USED>
Kassius HP:  8/ 8   <MF NOT USED>
Kibeti  HP: 12/14   <MF NOT USED>
Logan   HP:  9/ 9   <MF NOT USED>


Between Logan and Angati the barbed pad is removed and Alohan's stomach wound sealed so it at least the bleeding stops. The party 'mop up' a bit on deck and check the two thugs that were made unconscious during the fight. The one that had his face almost ripped off by Kibeti will live, although obviously with some pretty horrific scars, but the one that Kassius shot through the back is very dead (how does the hunter feel about that?). Beside those two, the party also has their charmed friend, the one that Logan cut a little on the thigh, the one the Logan cut across the stomach and the one that is magically asleep on the forecastle. All in all not a bad prisoner haul - what a shame that they don't look richer.
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Logan surveyed the deck of the ship.  "I suppose we should tie up these men and turn them over to the harbormaster.  I'm not fully up-to-speed on maritime law, but Lavinia might not want us to report that thing," Logan gestures to the rhagodessa.  "They might seize the ship as evidence, right?  I'm sure Vark's men will keep quiet for the same reason, lest they want their crimes to be elevated to...whatever it is when you take a bunch of coin and don't do what you're supposed to do to smuggling dangerous, illegal animals into town."

Logan glances to Celene, wondering how she'll take the suggestion to ignore the law.  "Then we should search the ship, see if we can find any trace of that money.  Maybe one of the friendly thugs can point us in the right direction?"

The rogue gestures at Celene.  "Come on, just bat your eyes at him.  He was willing to face down a giant spider for you.  I'm sure he'll turn over some gold."

Kassius had been the one to amongst the fallen foe, using his nature magic to help the unconscious and dying (casting stabilize on everyone who is unconscious). He stopped briefly in front of the dead man, his eyes closed. He found himself remembering on old conversation with his Father.. "We never tried to kill. Gladiator's are too expensive to waste. But anytime you use a weapon of killing, do not be surprised if someone dies lad. It's the way of things, I guess." Kull had said.

Kassius had not wanted to kill the man, just stop him from fighting. But that was the way of things. Standing, he returned to his companions, hearing the tail end of their discussion. "I want to know how they got the monster in the first place. This lot didn't seem competent enough to have captured that beast."

Celene looked as if coming out of a deep sleep, all shaken and confused, after the events that in fact took less than a minute. The acute fear of being eaten gone, other urgent matters pressed on, and she cleared her head with a shake of it.

Angati's sudden outburst certainly jerked her back into consciousness. Who or what was that Anansi she called upon? Some deity she hadn't heard of? Very likely, but she'd have to ask Angati about it later.

Seeing Kassius care for the fallen and injured, she realised he was more effective than her simple healer's lessons would ever make her. Seeing all in capable hands she looked around.

Where'd Vark gone? "Has anyone seen any sign of where Vark went?" She did a scan of the waters around the ship for any sign of him, asking anyone interested to help out. What if he'd found what they came for, and took it along? Or if he hung in a rope just beneath the railing, ready to surprise one of them? Celene checked on Rodolfo too.

"Say my friend, do you know if Vark found what he came here looking for? Anything inside the cabins?"

And what about his little pet? "Logan, should you and I, and you too my friend, go inside after Ketrana, before she decides to burn it all where Mera failed? Or she elopes through a window? Angati and Kassius, can you then tie up those who'd make trouble or escape, once you've finished checking on everyone? Alohan, you could take a well earned rest, or perhaps be on guard for more surprises?"

While the friends got ready, Celene had a moment to consider the future plans and Logan's and Cassius' thoughts.
"Well, as long as we carry out her request to find what we came for first - and perhaps even some leftovers of the money, I really don't think she'd care if they actually held back the ship - it'll only be for a short investigation. But if you think she'd prefer not to, maybe we can just take it to Keltar, and see if we can persuade him to let it go?" She shrugged, apparently not much interested in the topic.

"But I think you're right, Kassius, these are not monster hunters - not much more than I, anyway. I'm more inclined to think it was already here from Lavanias parents' time. After all, the ship has always been rigged for transporting live cargo, as we saw in Lavinias original ship plans. Maybe that's something her parents worked in? But I'm sure they'd have paperwork authorizing them to carry this kind of thing, not smuggling it under the nose of the Azure Watch."

Rodolfo is still standing in his gondola, moored to one side of the Blue Nixie. The man chuckles when Celene asks how he is. "You put on a good show-a. Suddenly-a those thugs-a were just throwing themselves over board-a."



OOC: Who are these questions directed at? Your fellow PC's or Rodolfo?

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OOC: Well, I am going to take that as being the plan...

Alohan keeps an eye on the prisoners, while Logan and Celene check the rooms under the quarter deck and Kassius, Angati and Kibeti check the hold (splitting up the party! We only do that in cut scenes, okay...)

Thanks to the blue-prints that Lavinia supplied, Celene and Logan know the layout of the boat, but the mess that greets them when the open the first door is a surprise. This is the wardroom for the ship, but the nautical charts and equipment that should have been placed on the table have been thrown to the ground and there are several hands worth of playing cards spread over it – apparently the thugs had been enjoying a game when the party attacked.

There are two doors out of the room, and the pair first have a quick check of the door to the left and find the officers’ sleeping quarters with bedding and pillows all cut up – maybe they were searching for treasure – but otherwise nothing of note in it. This means that Ketrana is in the third and final room and Logan boots it open while holding a sword in each hand. Ketrana is ready for him, and tries to skewer the thief with her rapier as soon as the door is open, but the thief is too quick for her. He deflects the blow and then disarms her within a few seconds. The girl then looks defiant for an instant before falling back into a chair and dropping her head into her hands where upon she starts sobbing.

The captain’s quarters are a mess with items thrown all over the place and the drawers pulled out of the writing desk. Against the far end of the room, at the stern of the boat, there are a set of windows which have had several panes of glass smashed. Otherwise there is a small chest and a fancy looking bed made of a polished dark wood with a thick headboard.

The oracle, the hunter and the cat head into the hold VERY carefully. It is dim below the deck, with light only coming in from the single hatch and the metal grill of the animal pen. The hold is stacked with a wide variety of animals in cages that start screeching, squawking and squealing when they see the party. Kassius is amazed at the wide collection of jungle animals that have been stashed down there, and realizes they all have one thing in common – they are all illegal to possess in Sasserine for one reason or another. This is generally because they are venomous, or can be used to make poisonous or addictive substances. Whether it is the psychedelic colored hypnotoad or the chameleon-like brass mountain snake, he agrees with Celene’s assessment, there is no way those clowns on this boat could’ve manage to amass these animals themselves.

The three of them then search the rest of the hold including the crew quarters, brig and bilge access. There are no more thugs and nothing of obvious interest.

OOC: Anybody want to search the ship? Then make a perception roll.
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After disarming Ketrana, Logan dismisses the sobbing girl and proceeds to search the cabin by himself, pay attention to whatever the thieves haven't already destroyed, such as the chest.  He quickly sifts through the wreckage on the floor, then he looks for hidden drawers, and feels around the underside of the bed, knocking on the thick headboard for hidden alcoves.

After working for a few minutes, he turns back to the sobbing Ketrana.  "what exactly were you trying to find in here?  Is Lady Vanderboren's platinum still here?  What was your plan with the ship?  And where'd all the animals come from?"

08:55, Today: Logan rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Perception.

Rodolfo sees her scanning the lagoon. "If you're looking for any of those guys then you're too late-a. They all made it back to Shadowshore, barge-a end-a to be exact-a."

OCC: No, none of them are handing from lines or anything tricky like that. They all swam back to shore.

OOC: Well, that was a pretty crappy roll. But on the other hand you looked in exactly the places where the stuff was hidden, so I guess that is enough.

Logan notices that the headboard sounds hollow, and figures there is a secret compartment behind it. He talks to Ketrana while he looks for a hidden latch to open it.



Ketrana crosses her arms and sniffs. "You won't frakken find anything you know frak-head. We searched this whole frakken ship from top to bottom..."

Logan finds that the headboard is head in place by two small clips on the top left and right corners. It is a simple matter to twist them and then the headboard falls open revealing a small hidden compartment - inside is a heavy man's signet ring bearing the crest of an eight pointed star with a scrap of rolled-up parchment threaded through it.

"What the frak?!" exclaims Ketrana. "I can't believe we frakken slept right next to that. Fine, but, as for that frakken brat's platnium, it is long gone..."

Logan turns his attention to the underside of the bed. Before he can even check the bottom of the mattress he sees a small leather pouch on the ground - this also bears the Vanderboren family crest on it - and a large black felt sack right next to it. He drags them out and opens them. The leather pouch has about one hundred platinum coins in it. The large sack has a strange collection of things inside. Fancy silks, expensive looking thread, funny zig-zag scissors and quite a bit of gold at the bottom.

"Fraaaaaaaaaak! That's so frakken unfair!" growls Ketrana.



Ketrana turns away, arms folded. "Frak you and the horse you rode in on," is her only additional comment.

OOC: Taking a little liberty here.

The parchment doesn't look dangerous, certainly not like a scroll since it is just too small. Logan removes it from the ring, unrolls it and reads...

Chimera looks to sunrise
Cyclops looks to sunset
Medusa looks to sunrise
Umber Hulk looks to sunset
Basilisk looks to sunrise

Logan shakes his head, giving a dismissive look to Ketrana with each piece of treasure he finds in the cabin.  Finally, the rogue gives her a withering glance.  "The only thing worse than a thief is an incompetent thief, little girl.  You should be back playing with your dolls until you learn how to do anything.  You've had this boat for how many days, and didn't manage to do more than make a mess of it?"  Logan shakes his head sadly.

He shows the paper to Celene.  "What do you make of this?  This might be the ring to get into the vaults, but this scrap of paper has to be related."  Logan studies it again.  "Hmmm...all monsters.  Do you suppose there are guardians down there?  Maybe this is some way to get past them.  Like you have to sneak past them in some way once you're inside the vault?"

Logan looks out at the door, thinking about the cargo below decks.  "Or you don't think this is some list of things they were trying to get?  Maybe with some kind of code for buyers or sellers?  Some of these, though...basilisks, chimera, well all of them, I think, though I'm not exactly sure what an umber hulk is, but they all sound dangerous.  We should warn the others..."

Logan trails off again as he stares at the sobbing Ketrana.  "But we need to do something with her, first.  Ketrana, how'd you like being tied up so that you don't cause any trouble while we investigate the ship."  Logan casts about the ruined cabin, looking for some way to hold the girl captive for later.

Celene was baffled by the effectiveness of the rogue - in short order he'd pacified the girl, found the ring and uncovered a fortune. She wondered about those sewing utinsils, but put that at the back of her mind.

Celene studied the paper for a moment. "Hmm, it's close to impossible to guess what it's related to until we suddenly stumble upon some recognisable feature, such as a statue or such of one of the creatures. Until then we can just keep on guessing, I think.

"But as to a hidden meaning in this, we may be more fortunate now. For the moment though, I just notice that most of these monsters are ancient mythical creatures, only the umber hulk I don't remember from any myths or legends. And most of them have something peculiar about their eyes or their gaze. medusae and basilisks are known to petrify with their gaze, and I think that umber hulks can cloud the mind of those they stare upon with their four eyes. Cyclops have only one eye, and some of those in stories have magical abilities with that eye. Only chimera I don't know to have any peculiar powers of their eyes, but they have three heads, meaning six eyes..."

"Well, let's take  all this, and the girl, to the other's outside. I know an interrogator who'd like to dig her nails into her fine little skin....", she concluded, more for the benefit of the girl than anyone else...

Meanwhile, Kassius looks through the underbelly of the ship, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He pays particular attention to the various exotic animals, checking on the cages to make sure there is no further excitement.

Kibeti walks besides him, his shackles up, glaring balefully at the cages. Every know and then, the cat looks at Kassius, his to-intelligent eyes seeming to say, "you'd better not be getting any ideas wise-guy."


15:41, Today: Kassius rolled 27 using 1d20+7. perception.

After Angati's delicate touch knitted his ebony flesh, Alohan took Celene's advice and rested. Now free to move, Alohan simply rolled out of the hatch and closed his eyes. Sleep took him quickly.

He found himself back on the Pearl Isles, looking out across the lagoon to the three peaks. He stood on black sand, naked, joined by several others 'contestants' and a horde of onlookers. Alohan remembered the memory fondly. It was the afternoon of his ho'a'o ana au kai. His trial by the sea. He was experiencing a night vision, a dream, and opened his mind voluntarily. He allowed the dream continue.

His mind involuntarily skipped ahead and he found himself alone on the beach. Everyone else had completed their trial -most failed- and he was the last of the day. He continued, once more slipping into the lagoon while everyone watched. He looked back to his mother and father, standing proud with nervous anticipation. "Could their son do it? Would he fail in front of the kingdom?' His mind framed their anxious expressions.

The dream flashed forward once more placing him on the far side of the three peaks, swimming hard in the open ocean. He remembered the exertion of the swim and the thrill of rounding the isles. The smell of the salt, -the burn of the sun. He knew he would succeed -he had before on countless occasions- but he allowed the memory of his exertion to flood through him. His mind once more gave him pangs of feelings he had felt during the trial. He once again submitted to its control -the exertion, the anger, the weariness.

It was then the dream shifted, taking an unexpected dark turn. He swam, hard in an ocean that begun to quickly recede, as if the tide went out and continued to drain. Like his control on the dream, Alohan lost himself in an ocean he couldn't fight against. Out he was sucked, swallowed up in swells unable to swim back to his isles. He fought, swam, released his inner pele but found himself devoured by the aggressive tide.

He woke with a start, lurching up on the deck of the Blue Nixie. He rubbed his head and itched his newly sealed wound, attempting to forget the horrible dream. After a breath, he stood, looking about the deck at their newly captured convicts.
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Angati, stayed around Alohan when she saw that he had fallen asleep. She didn't do much, helped the Rodolfo secure his boat throwing him a rope, and let him know that they would probably be getting out soon. "Would you happen to know how to move this boat back to the docks with a crew like us ?... or its better if we leave it here until someone with more knowledge comes to move it ?.".

The rest of the time, she spent in a hushed conversation with her sister, trying to keep out of the view of everyone.

Alohan woke with a start... "Feeling better ?" she asked as she started down to the others with the islander.

OOC: Wow, that is a good search roll.

Kassius ensues that all of the remaining animals are firmly locked in their cages and calms down some of the creatures, like the poisonous lattice monkeys, that were panicking after the rhagodessa had stormed through the hold.

He also tidies up the body of Mera Veskat so that Lavinia won't be faced with her dismembered corpse. As he is dragging her lower half over to her upper half, he notices the hilt of a dagger stuffed down one of her boots. He pulls the weapon out and sees that it is a silver dagger of fine quality - made by one of the master-smiths in the city no doubt. He wonders how this klutzy footpad came by this weapon, but there is no way of asking her now. He covers her body with a piece of tarpaulin he finds in the hold then joins the rest of the party on deck.

OOC: It is a masterwork alchemical silver dagger

Alohan wakes - troubled but feeling a little refreshed physically.

OOC: 1 hp healed for interesting role playing sequence. (Well, since I can't hand out XP, what else is there?

HIT POINTS & MISFORTUNE

Angati  HP: 11/11   <MF NOT USED>
Alohan  HP:  9/15   <MF NOT USED>
Celene  HP:  7/ 7   <MF NOT USED>
Kassius HP:  8/ 8   <MF NOT USED>
Kibeti  HP: 12/14   <MF NOT USED>
Logan   HP:  9/ 9   <MF NOT USED>






"I'm not-a leaving my boat-a," says Rodolfo firmly.

Fortunately, there is one other person on board with a little sailing experience (1 level in sailing). Alohan spend many hours on the double hulled catamarans of his people while growing up on his beautiful isle, and has also had a couple of days of sailing on one of the Sasserine merchant ships that sometimes travel between the various pearl isles to trade a little at each island. Although the Blue Nixie needs a bare minimum of seven sailors to safely crew it in normal conditions, they are only trying to move it 100 feet to the nearby pier, and he is able to direct the other four party members and the charmed thug enough that they get a single sail up and haul up the anchor. Using the sail tightly reefed back they make their way to the wharf (Alohan takes 10), and Rodolfo is there to receiving the mooring lines and tie them up.

One of the local boys standing around on the pier is given a silver piece and a message to pass onto Lady Lavinia 'The Blue Nixie is now back in your possession on pier five' - the urchin shoots off to deliver while the party make sure their prisoners on deck are very 'comfortable' (firmly tied up) and that Ketrana is now among them.

Lavinia arrives within half an hour with Kora Whistlegap at her side. "My goodness, how wonderful!" she says. "I give you a job to do in the morning and it is finished before dinner time, how absoletly wonderful." She stands on deck and looks around her ship and at the captives - she hasn't noticed the giant bug yet. "Was it difficult?" she asks.

OOC: Can someone present the days events to Lavinia and also recount what was found?

Angati was horrified as the big boat approached the pier with what appeared to be such a high speed for such a big boat, but somehow Alohan managed to put the prow to the wind, and it eased its approach on the last few minutes almost stopping the boat before it frapped against the pier.

Luckily her only job through all that had been to lower some leather sacks filled with air what that were used as stoppers to avoid the boat from damaging it's wood on Alohans call.

When Lavinia and Kora arrived, she had to refrain from chuckling at the mention of the timing. "Well, it had better be now... had it not been this morning, it would have been all too late.... come on board... it will be easier to explain, and less open to prying ears and eyes. Come..."

The tour around the boat was short and to the point, Angati explained that the robbers were planning on leaving that night, Vark had jumped our of the boat, but in the hurry, he had left the money, as well as the signet which he had not discovered. She explained about the cargo, and showed the cages left... which was actually the main problem that she wanted Lavinia taking a stance for... "So... I'd say there is a lot to discuss on what you would want us to do with the signet... if you want us to continue the investigation or what you would have us do... but right now, the most pressing matters are:

What you want to do with these people and what you want to do with the load... most of it illegal... I'd say both things are related. That is to say... you can hardly give this people to justice and not give the load to justice.... the load is probably worth a bit of money... but it would need some smuggling and contacts... still, it might be something you might want to consider".

Lavinia is overjoyed to receive her money back and as a bonus, also get her father's signet ring which somehow serves as the key to the family vault.

When Angati also shows her the black velvet sack, the noblewoman is a little confused. "Well this is something that doesn't belong to my family, that's for sure." She reaches into the sack and pulls out the funny zig-zag scissors. "My goodness, these are dress making scissors. Why on earth did Soller Vark have these?"



"Oh my goodness" says Lavinia. "We must hand the people and the entire cargo over to the authorities. I could never be involved in anything illegal. Kora, oh Kora." The old halfling lady scuttles over. "Please be a dear and go fetch the harbormaster or at least the district watch." The old lady gives a quick nod and then disappears off the boat. "But where did all these animals come from? And where were they going?"


OOC: Anybody going to show her the riddle?

OOC: as the risk of illegal involvement seems to have subsided, Celene comes over :-)

Lokking Down at the sewing utinsils, Celene wonders out loud: "Dressmaking? Hm, when we first made his acquantance, he had just robbed a dress making shop, to get away with your cousins wedding gown. Maybe this was something he took along? Maybe his girl friend was into sewing? Odd..."

As the discussion turns to the animals, she quips in, "I know next to nothing of all these strange animals, but perhaps Kassius knows? He's been handling them pretty well so far. Kassius, what's your oppinion on where these creatures could be coming from? It must be somewhere they can be transported here from, on a boat?"

"But speaking of creatures, this mysterious little note was found inside of the signet ring. Do you have any idea of its' significance?"

Logan watched the dialogue, frankly a little relieved that Lady Vanderboren didn't jump at the suggestion to smuggle the animals into the city.  The rogue thought he'd end up being the go-to person in that contingency, and while he saw no crime in taking an occasional gold piece (or a rapier) from an undeserving owner, smuggling dangerous animals into the city was beyond what he thought acceptable for a quick profit.  Simple thievery was just a transfer of a wealth between parties, and if someone didn't protect their wealth enough, well, it was Logan's job to steal it.  If he didn't, someone else would.  Like Vark, for instance.  And wasn't the money better of in Logan's hands than that low-life thug?  But earning money by causing harm to the city...Logan shook his head at the thought.  He'd never risk lives for a quick profit.  The thief smiled.  Beyond his own, of course.  Sasserine might be a sweltering, dirty, terrible place to live, but it was Logan's home.

Kassius had spent the ride back idly spinning the silver dagger between his fingers, trying to work through what had been going on in this boat. The group's discoveries just made things odder. Dangerous animals with no trained handlers, mysterious riddles, and now dress-cutting scissors? There was a riddle here, but it seemed beyond his ability's to make sense of it all.

He looks up at Celene's mention of his name. Well, that was one way he could attack the problem. Did the animals have some common origin? He wracked his mind, trying to remember what he knew of the native environs of the various animals he had seen in the hold.

10:01, Today: Kassius rolled 18 using 1d20+3. knowledge (nature): animals.

Lavinia appearance forced Alohan into silence like a youth too shy to speak. He finished securing the Nixie to pier 5, casting lines, and rolling up sails. He imagined the boat would be moored for awhile -seeing as Lavinia didn't seem to have any use for the ship- so Alohan did what he could to make sure the thing didn't fall into too much disrepair. With his limited knowledge the native didn't do much -but he sure did look the part.

Alohan itched his pink scar, groaning under the mid-afternoon sun. All of this fighting made him hungry. He jumped down to the pier and moved up to Angati. In a low voice -so as not to interrupt the others- he whispered. "Thank ya again Angati. I be feeling much better after ya magiks."