"I...mmm...I'm no healer but he looks dead or about to be after I...I hit him on the head..." remarked Telamachus as his face went pale.  He'd never killed anyone before and he looked at the dangling shackles that had slammed into Matuk's face.  He looked like he was going to crouch down and check him but instead he turned away and walked a few paces before collapsing down into the sand.

Angus leans down to see if he is breathing or if he has a heartbeat.

There is no heartbeat nor breathing when Angus checked.

Matuk had been wearing the belt with a sheathed dagger, studded leather armor, trousers and a shirt, and a pair of boots, and also had had the broadsword.  He was 5'11".

"He's dead, let's strip him and bury him, his clothes and armor can go to one or several of us. Now that we have time, I suggest going through the ship and look for the clothing of any crew members so we can cover ourselves properly. Any other ideas? Oh, and salvage whatever of use we can find.."

Angus begins stripping the dead brute.

"Hold onto the sword, someone else the dagger, keep the flail, you used it well." he says to Telamachus
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Their tormentor downed, Dak turned his attention to survival.  Perhaps there was something above decks that could help them survive.  He climbed one of the lines to the top and began to look around in the driving wind and rain.  It was not pleasant weather.

Storm agrees with the suggestion Angus propose. He asks if he could keep the sword.

Anyone climbing to the deck, where Panatix now was, would find that the mast had come down upon the hatch door to the forward hold; the sails had been furled.  Lines were askew all over the deck, and there is another, unblocked, hatch door toward the aft of the ship.

((Please specify in posts if you are taking any items from Matuk or the ship.  Then add those items to your equipment on the character sheet.))

If no one objects, Storm takes the sword and moves along with Dax to search the ship to protect his comrade from unseen danger.

"Let's all get some rope from the ship too, it might be useful later on. Get sails too and we'll find the sailmakers thread and needles to make clothes for us if we have to. Keep the sword. Who fits in the armor?"

Hearing that he was indeed dead made Telemachus nod his head slowly.  The adrenaline from escaping and fighting Matuk was draining from him rapidly but he slowly climbed to his feet and walked the short distance back over to where Angus was removing anything of worth from Matuk's body as well as commending his use of the flail-like thing he'd used.

Looking to Storm he nodded affirmatively, "I don't mind you keeping the sword..." and it looked like he was ready to say Storm's name but realized that he knew no ones name.  Instead he looked down and commented just as quietly as he'd responded to Storm, "He's about my height.  Armour might fit me a bit loose but if someone wants that I'll just stick with the boots if no one minds.  I'm Telemachus..."

"I am Angus, Telemachus, I found a key in his pocket, when we check the cabins, look for a door or box that is locked. We appear to have a way into it now."

Angus hands the boots to Telemachus.

He nodded in acknowledgement to Angus as he took the boots and pulled them on hoping to lace them up and give him some decent foot-ware, "Just in case so we don't get hopeful we've got access to something good...lets check if it is a spare key to unlock our shackles..."  He lifted up his arm where the two were locked and provided a security that even if the weapon fell from his hand it would dangle connected to his forearm, "See if it unlocks these.  I've got the other key here."

Angus tries the key in the lock on the shackles.

The key is too small for the lock on the shackles.

Strm attempts to find something to break the shackles of everyone.

OOC - We have the key, we don't need to break them.

"Alright at least we know that for sure," he glanced around at the people milling around as well as ones looking to scavenge stuff to survive.  After a few moments he remarked to Angus, "Looks like the big guy with the sword, you or I are closest in size to the slaver and thus best chance of that armour fitting well enough to use. You want to try?"

He then looked over to Odelia and remembered her trying to skirt around behind Matuk before adding, "She might be a good one to hold onto the dagger."
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"I don't want the armor, too chafing."

Storm suggests Telemachus try on the armor.

"By the way I am Storm, the man with the sword. How many I address you?" He asks the man who was speaking earlier:
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Girding his will he looked at Matuk's body and how the armour was situated on him before unlocking the flail-like weapon from his forearm and setting it down.  Rolling Matuk over to see it from both sides as clinically as his mind could get he then slowly began unbuckling the armour in a way so he could remember how to reverse it so he could wear it himself, "Good to meet you Storm," he thumbed over to Angus since he just had declined the armour, "you've met Angus here and I'm Telemachus."

Looking to the others he added, "Don't know anyone else here.  What I do know is storms this time of year roll in from the northwest.  That makes the bow of the ship there pointing north.  Still don't know where we are but if any of the maps survived in the ship I might be able to figure out with some work and landmarks.  I'm no proper navigator but I've served as aid to them on enough voyages I know the trade if not have a lifelong experience with it."  Having finally peeled Matuk out of the armour Telemachus began to try and affix it to himself.

"I'm Wick.  If the lass doesn't claim it, I'd be interested in the knife.  For now, I'm going to help salvage this wreck.  And yeah, I think you're right, north should be more or less that way."  Wick waved in the direction that the ships bow was facing.

Wick climbed up to the deck.  "The mast broke free and fell on the hatch, that's why we couldn't get it open from below."  Wick looked around.  There was enough sail and rope to handle some of their clothing needs if there wasn't anything else about.

But Wick was most interested in finding the captain's cabin, then the galley, then the crews quarters.  Most anything they could find would be helpful in the current situation.  Ballaying pins might make decent clubs, the hawsers could be cut down to serviceable ropes.  But none of them had a proper meal in however long, they needed some food.

Dak waved for the other man on the ship's canted deck to join him in opening the rear hatch in the aft section.  They would need more than shackles and sailcloth to survive wherever they'd been wrecked.

Where had the others Matuk had taken away gone?  Had they been swept overboard during the storm with the rest of the crew?

Opening the aft hatch was a fairly simple task.

The aft hold itself was a complete mess.  From the looks of it, there had been a hull breach, and standing water was in the bottom of this hold.  Tangles of material that had probably been hammocks had been hurled into one corner.  Four broken barrels were down in the hold, also, having spilled wine and ale into the seawater.  Several stacked burlap sacks filled with grain had absorbed these liquids and burst.  Amid the useless ruin, there did appear to be a few items in the corner on the starboard side--a heavy crossbow pinned to the wall by hooks, and five relatively small, long boxes.  There was also a closed chest.

Angus, after helping strip Matuk, went to help on the ship. He made his way onto the deck and began looking around for salvageable items, rope, belaying pins, sails, anything that might be of use.

Rope is plentiful on the deck, but it was a pretty tangled mess.  Picking through the mess might turn up a few of the belaying pins.  There was one sail for the ship, which had been furled and now lay partially under the downed mast.