The night passed without event. Professor Hingleswip waved away questions of a watch and insisted all the group went below for a full nights sleep - a watch wouldn't do much good against any creature that could find a way through his defences.

Most of the group were asleep as soon as they were in the hammock, such was the effect of the day's toils. Abbas and Thaniel stayed up talking together in hushed elven tones, swapping stories as they browsed over a variety of books. This continued until the early hours when they parted company and retreated to renew their energies in trance.

The morning heat began seeping through the ship's hull and before long everyone was awake once more, fairly refreshed and ready to begin a new day. Up on deck the twins were busy discussing something, though they were not speaking Gnomish or any language you could make out so the details of their conversation were hidden.

Of the Professor there was no sign.

Krogan had to admit that the night of sleep had done him a world of good.  He felt much better than he had yesterday, though he wasn't looking forward to the hot and sticky day ahead.   He did his morning meditations, then went above decks for breakfast.   He didn't see any sign of the gnomish professor, but he wasn't worried.   The entire ship had been gone yesterday, and that turned out okay.   He sauntered over to the weird twins and nodded to them.
Good morning.   Is the professor about?

Lambrac talked magic with Abbas and Thaniel — or rather, mainly listened to them talk magic — for a while, but when it became clear that the elves would take advantage of their minimal sleep requirements, he excused him and headed to bed. It had been a long, tiring day anyway. Not that he could get much sleep with the constant noise of the jungle, between squawking birds, whooping apes, savage roars, and the endless rustle and whisper of the jungle. Always the jungle, always the noise and the wet and the pain. Why did it have to be Chult?

*

Still yawning, damp with sweat again, Lambrac emerged on to the deck, and wandered in the galley to pick through the left-overs of last night's meal.

Fareeda wakes up, quite refreshed.  She stretches for a bit and dresses for the day, combining function with appearance to the best of her ability.  She then performs her daily finger exercises and heads out into the main section of the cabin for breakfast.

"No, I haven't seen the Professor yet," she says as she surveys her dining options.  "Perhaps he's up on the deck?"

Abbas turned from his position at the rail, drinking water to refresh that already wicked away by the day's commencing rise of temperature.  The elven warrior had a thoughtful look to his features - perhaps not unusual, but certainly focused on matters beyond the wherewithall of all parties... a fruitful discussion of magical theories and matrices.

"I find it interesting how the cacophony can so quickly become mere background, like the sea or the breeze," he observed quietly as he walked over to join the new risers.  "The constant din and blanking of it is surely something of concern for ambushes.

"After everyone has breakfasted, perhaps we could practice some of the teamwork training we had discussed, while we wait for the Professor for any last moment directions, then take a start to examine the cliff and beaches for supplies and dry wood?  Depending on our successes, we can return early with our finds, or swing back to resupply water."

Krogan, still waiting for the odd twins to answer him, nodded to Abbas.
I'm up for some training.   What did you have in mind?   I can see that teamwork would be crucial here, so I've no problem with it.

After returning from breakfast, Lambrac was reluctant to do any training, not least for the oppressive heat and humidity that made anyone lethargic and irritable. "Not too hard, you'll want to preserve your energy." he advised.

But still, he needed some recommendation. "I can cast one arcane cantrip a day. What do you recommend?"

He'd carried out of the galley a pair of empty barrels, one much smaller. As he talked, Lambrac puttered about his project, placing the smaller barrel inside the larger. He began packing the space between with last night's meal scraps and juicy leaves plucked from the trees hanging over the deck.

Jens turned to Krogan and smiled politely. "Went out for a walk friend, I wouldn't worry, should be back soon", he gestured over to a bowl of fruit nearby, "Fruit again I'm afraid. Maybe you can find us another buck eh? All this fruits turning my stomach upside down!" he laughed aloud and nudged Ham, though the other man didn't join in.

"So where are you heading today? Air's charged, I'd say we've a storm coming in, though you wouldn't know it", he glanced up at the empty sky, the sun already huge and white hot.

In reply to Jens (msg #486):

The orc blinked in surprise.
By himself??  He's a brave little monkey, I'll give him that.   Well, hopefully he can keep himself feom being eaten, or this whole trip is going to be much less entertaining.

Shaking his head.at the weirdness of gnomes, Krogan goes to his training with Abbas.