Honors Among Thieves
You all sit in the galley surrounded by hungry men and a handful of women (who are sitting at a table together) aboard the Wormwood in the lower deck normally used as a sleeping area. Hammocks have been stowed in each pirate’s locker to provide room. Tables and benchs have been brought out per request of the Captain.
Coolk has prepared an array of succulent Reefclaw cooked 3-ways. Among the eatery is also a splayed pork, bread, fruit, and boiled cabbage heads. This is the first day the Captain has called for rest. It is a night of pleasure and debauchery. You here talk that you may be making port soon, thus it is a time to splurg on the last of the rations.
You cannot remember when the Cook’s cupboards had contain such delicate food before. Last time Dewshine had checked, most of the food had been tainted with weevils and crawling with blowfly maggots. Yet, here before you was a feast of kings! What curious magic did Cook wield?
Tonight is not just a day of gluttony and pleasure, but also a night to remember and honor a fallen crew member. For the first time since being press-ganged into this crew, you look around and see family. As Dewshine and the ship’s cabin girl rush around to fill the grog and rum, Conchobar shouts, “A toast to Sandara!”
For a moment silence falls upon the rowdy group of seadogs. Will no one step forward and honor the priestess of Besmara?