"Get up yeh bunch of lilly livered, scurvy ridden shipsrats! Get up and earn ya keep!" There is a loud commotion as the first mate uses something, probably a pot and spoon, to blast the rest of the crew into consciousness and harry them up on deck. They fill up the stairs with groans, blurry eyes, coughing, farting and scratching of many orifices. Amella chases up the rearguard until about a dozen sailors stand in front of the party.
They are a rough looking collection of misfits - apparently Alohan has a very relaxed hiring policy. The first mate starts introducing them to the party.
"Skald, step forward ya sorry elf wantabe!"
"This here be Skald, the fair Wyvern's bosun. <pokes the man in the side> Step forward I said! Introduce yourself!"
The very pasty half-elf takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving the deck. He mutters something under his breath. It might be 'pleased to make your acquaintance'. Or not. He didn't say it very loud. Despite the dawn having only just broken, he winces at the sun and covers his eyes with his hand. He mutters something else - another sentence that this time definitely ends with... 'hat'.
"What do ya mean you need to go below and get ya hat. Frac... Be excusing me ladies... but what the frac, it's only dawn man!"
Amella turns in disgust to her next victim.
"Right. This is Father Feres. Cleric and ship's surgeon." A bald man with only a few whips of grey hair at his temples bows his chrome dome to them.
"Bless you my children. I will ensure that we have a healthy and prosperous journey
under the guidance of Saint Cuthbert."
"Take it somewhere else god boy!" says Amella curtly, pushing the man back so hard he almost trips over.
"Who's next?" The first mate quickly introduces another eight sailors to the party before reaching the final couple of crewmembers on deck.
"Right that leaves us with... the ship's cook this is..."
A young man bounds forward, his thick dark hair greasy and unkept.
"Mistress Celene, it's me! Shefton!"
Indeed, Shefton Rask, former Dragon Lotus guildsmember now stands before them. Apparently Alohan has given him a chance to turn a new page in his life... and continue his hero worship of Celene.
"And rounding out this useless bunch of ballest is the cabin boy. Tavey! Come and introduce yourself like I taught you!"
A young lad of not more than 15 steps up, a sly grin on his face.
"Good morning to you ladies and gents," he says with no trace of shyness.
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