We were all tied to the mast and given three lashes with the whip due to our tardiness after the fight below deck. Naturally, our assailants were deemed to be punctual, despite there being not a hair’s breadth between our arrivals on top deck. When my turn came, Mr. Scourge weilded the whip with particular gusto, and I passed out halfway through.
Sandara Quinn bestowed a measure of divine grace upon me to heal my wounds, which brought me back to consciousness. I thanked her and promised to repay the favor. If only Flipps Chumlett could be so grateful for the healing I have afforded him…
I managed to find time while swabbing the deck (possibly because Stehlen’s cantrip was doing such a good job of it) to go below and see Grok. I convinced her to return my Tarot to me in exchange for telling her fortune and providing a “blessing” to her and the ship. I drew for her a Three of Cups, a Seven of Swords and a Queen of Cups while reading the tea leaves to give her an admonishion to deal kindly with others and be mindful of Karma. I also hinted strongly that she may need to be the instrument of Justice to help ease the burden of her past sins.
Sea voyages are largely similar, all. Long drudgery and empty oceans. Jack did fall from the rigging several times, tangling the lines, but thankfully not harming himself seriously. The whipping it earned him did the most damage by far, putting the poor lad unconscious. He at least has a charming sense of humor and rare gratitude for my gifts of healing, though.
Flipps insists he is fine, still, despite his wounds and missing eye looking simply dreadful. I am certain I could help if only he would let me — but more to the point, if I can convince him to be an ally…
While making repairs on the sail, one of the swabs came screaming out from belowdecks about “something in the bilges”. What a surprise that the Captain randomly selected all of slaves to go below to see about it… It was oppressively hot and the stench of course is famous. I did get bitten rather badly, but it doesn’t seem infected, and my Healing Arts worked very well. We killed the rats handily enough after discovering them.
Jack got a bad beating for running away from the rats, though. Someone fell asleep in the Crowsnest, but his beating wasn’t quite as bad. Giffer Tibbs was whipped within an inch of her life for being unable to fix the sail.
Today, the Mr. Plugg thought he would have a bit of sport. Without dogs to fight, he needed some other poor beast, and he has one, apparently, in the form of one “Owlbear”. The simpleton has been kept chained below decks, but he is a brute of a man. I feared for LaLuka’s life. Luckily, despite wearing fatigue, he was able to exploit Owlbear’s half-blindness to push him to surrender. I shouted over the din of the deck, and I think LaLuka heard me because he accepted Owlbear’s concession, despite the “encouragement” of Mr. Scourge.
Waku and I stayed up all night mending the horrible whipping Mr. Scourge gave him for the (expensive) disappointment.
It has begun raining badly.
Stehlen and Waku earned a nasty whipping again for some failure, imagined, no doubt. Waku will spend the next day working the bilges alone. A prospect he seems not unhappy about, considering his preferred snack.