Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

For a moment she looked around at the others. Having been ignored by any who spoke to her, she was not totally surprised. It seemed to happen a lot for some reason. Kyra walked up to the dwarf and took the flagon from him, bringing it to her sister. She paused a moment looking back at the group.

"I am Kyra.. a monk." She kept it short sweet and simple. She watched.. as yet again it seemed she went ignored, but simply shrugged it off as she offered the drink to her sister.. though did not take a sip herself. Perhaps to good for those kind of spirits? "Careful, sister. Last we ate and drank with these fools, we awoke here." She said quietly to her sisters ear. Again her eyes shifted looking toward the redhead as she bounced slightly toward the twins.

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Sasha trotted up, happy to take the flagon if no one else would. Somewhat dejected that the monk looking woman took it she paused a moment and waited her own turn. Of which she would snag the wine gratefully and take a deep drink of it while smiling wide. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and gave a wink at the man who conjured up such a drink.

"It's good.. not great... Oh right. the ritual you've seemed to have started here. I am Sasha..." She paused a moment as if she forgotten the rest of her name.. what did it matter anyway? this lot wouldn't have a clue either way. "I am good with a blade, and if you keep the spirits a come'n I'll teach you a few things." She said then tossed the flagon off to the dwarf. It was rather amusing the first time watching him stand there with it. She gave a deep bow to the larger of the group then glanced back at the streak  haired sister with a quirked eyebrow. Then.. with a wave of her pinky-less hand, she trotted off to tend to some insignificant thing.

Kida retreated away from the withdrawing tide to turn her golden hues to the Elf who spoke his crude interpretation of her words.  “Perhaps.”  She retorted with a curl of her dry lips and quirk of a dark brow.  “This island has been the resting place for countless souls; hence it’s ominous name.  But maybe, just maybe, we will be the ones to break the vicious cycle, hmm?”

Falling silent to listen and reflect on each introduction given, Kida silently judged every one of them in turn until the flagon was finally brought to her by her twin.  Remaining still when Kyra passed the cup and whispered into her shawl covered ear, a simple dip of her chin was had before she shook her head towards the group while knitting her brows together, sympathetically.  They seemed like a capable assembly of adventurers with skills that could benefit an elongated stay on this island, greatly.  Simply put however, they were strangers.  Whether one of them was personally responsible for the ship’s suddenly tragedy or not, Kida wasn’t about to take any chances by revealing her cards too quickly.

“I’m Kida, also a master of ancient arts.”  She answered shortly, while likewise declining to drink from the friendship cup and passing it to the approaching red-head.  Unsure when the next time they’d have fresh water at their disposal, the idea of dehydration wasn’t a pleasant one.  That, and shared drinking cups with strangers… Ick.

“Not to cut this….”  Kida couldn’t come up with a word. “--short, but I’m afraid time isn’t on our side.  If i am to assume all the gear here has been accounted for, we are left with little else to survive with.”  Turning back towards the sea, the Half-Elf waved a hand to draw everyone’s attention back towards the wreck of the Jenivere.  “Chances are, there may be something of use still on the ship.  The tides have brought the waters low for a short time, giving us an opportunity.  Whether we jump on it or not, know that the wreck will likely not remain above water for long.  When the tide rises and the waves come in, what is left of the ship dislodge and eventually sink.  It’s now or never.”

Letting her observations sink in, Kida waited for the rest of them to have their say while moving to stand closer to Kyra’s side.  Snapping her golden gaze to observe the lush jungle backdrop for a few when the hawk could be heard again, her sights eventually returned to the group to see what they had decided on doing.  If anything.

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Not far away from the rest, Aerys sat up with a gasp of air and wide eyes, followed quickly by a fit of coughing.  She looked extremely unsettled by her newfound setting, and upon seeing the sunken ship in the distance blanched in color.  She wasn’t expecting this, and much like the others who woke late, didn’t seem to adapt to the idea of being castaways too well.  

“This can’t be happening.  This can’t be...”  Aerys said aloud while pushing up from the sand to a shaky stand.  Almond shaped eyes wide, her gaze went first to the group of survivors, then to the pile of stuff that remained in the sand.  Spotting her pack and satchel, the Half-Elf made a dash for her belongings.  

Confirming everything was there, she eventually made her way into the group during introduction time.  Appearing uninterested in the pow-wow at first, her attention immediately flared upon seeing the flagon of wine being passed around.  Gladly taking up the drink, it was downed rather quickly before Aerys gave a content sigh and smile.

“Aerys Mavato is my name.”  She eventually throws out, in exchange for the drink.  “I’m a seasoned sailor, and pack a mean punch incase any of you gents get the wrong idea.”  Shooting them all a glare to emphasize her point.  That’s all she was willing to share with any of them for the time being.  And no, she didn’t pass the cup after that either.



Now that all the familiar faces of the ship’s paying passengers have been noted in turn, one last body on the shore finally rose up to a sitting position.  A middled-aged and plain-looking Garundi man with hair starting to gray and watery eyes, he’s not someone that many would recognize initially from the ship.  What’s more, it would quickly be noted that his wrists were bound tight by manacles.  

Going through his own silent discovery of the Jenivere’s wreck, the un-named castaway  crawled forward to his knees, hung his head, laced his fingers together, and began to pray silently under his breath.

The Castaways:

When the last of the introductions played out, Flyn had submerged several organs into a solution of heavy alcohol, placed them back into his kit, and sealed the lot up. Kida had just finished explaining the situation when the pale elf turned his gaze to her, rubbing the filth from his hands with handfuls of dry sand.


  "Well aren't you just a joyful bundle o' knowledge." He quipped at Kyra, in keeping with his theme of adding absolutely nothing to the conversation. "Right-o! Who wants ta go for a swim, then? I think... Huey wants to go. The addle-cove sod with the beard looks a capable sort, he'll do nicely." He turned his gaze to Kyra. "Yer guilty by association, m'afraid. Yer creepy sister suggested it, so I'll count on yer support."

  Finally, his foot swung a quarter circle back, bringing him to face the rest of the groups "And you lot! Let's get a fire goin', yeah? Unless ya feel like takin' a trip with us."

  After promptly volunteering a whole lot of people, he let out a contented sigh and did a last minute check on his equipment.

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Ishirou found himself staring at the trio who seemed to be talking far too much for their own good. Still, he realized the situation and stood, moving to the edge of the nearby wall of foliage to collect whatever would burn.

Huon would go on the record and state that he paid the utmost attention to the monk as she gave her introductions. In fact, the polite sort that he was, he gave her his undivided attention.

He remained disappointed when only the elf decided to share the conjured wine, but a single elf  was better than no one. Those half-elves, Kreepy and Kyra... well... their outright refusal to partake in the small gesture only helped to make them suspect. The inquisitor didn't have time for those that wouldn't even indulge in a small sip of booze. As for the woodcutter, well... his question about the ship's whereabouts only made him seem a little clueless. In his case, Huon was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He seemed an alright sort otherwise.

"Yes, well met, all of you."

Once the flagon had been passed around, Huon raised the thing to his lips and drained what remained, enjoying every last drop. It was clear the man could hold his liquor, hell... there were rumors back in his home town that he drank no liquids other than those that contained a hearty amount of alcohol.

"Right, well, we may as well get going while we've still got the chance. Hopefully the galley will be mostly in tact. We could scrounge up some food or... fresh water." That, and possibly investigate the contents of the previous night's dish, provided the poison was still present.

Huon turned and made for the direction of the ship. He kept a slow pace, but it was clear he was eager to be off.

"HAHA! Adventure!"

Examining their options, none could argue Kida’s urged suggestion of pillaging what remained of the shipwreck.  With the sun slowly rising higher on the horizon, time was indeed ticking, and so after half-assedly informing the other castaways of their plan, Flyn, Huon, Laxus, Kida, and Kyra turned towards shore and started off.  The exposed rocks that the retreating tide brought to light were navigated slowly, lest their slippery surfaces result in a nasty tumble into very rough waters.  One by one they made their way with only one or two close encounters, until finally their walk brought them all the way up to a ledge on the cliff that overlooked the upper deck of the wreck.

As seen from the sandy beach, the Jenivere is missing much of her bow, and yet now when approaching much closer, it’s noticed that she’s also missing much of her lower deck.  All that survives are the upper decks, a portion of the captain’s cabin, and on the mid-deck, the larder, a supply room, and the brig and galley.  Although the Jenivere’s only lifeboat at first seems to be missing while approaching the ship, the fate of this smaller boat becomes clear…  It apparently was washed up between the ship and the cliff and was crushed by the action of the waves smashing the Jenivere against the cliff side.  Part of the lifeboat’s bow still lolls about in the surf, attached to a protruding timber by a thick rope, as if someone had moored the boat to the wreck.

The wreck is not completely abandoned however, as a quick listen whilst approaching reveals something on the lower deck is making a terrible racket.  One thing is for certain however, and that is due to the pounding of the waves on the ship and its awkward angle, movement aboard the Jenivere was going to be rather difficult.  What a bitch, huh?

Flyn offered a defeated whistle at the pitiful state of the ship, considering both the noise and the awkward angle of the ship. He found himself grinning and with a swipe of the tongue, he turned to the group.

"S'gonna be tough. You sure you ladies don't wanna turn tail now?" he offered the ragtag band behind him, eager to get on board. It was a fresh wreck, and whatever goodies in there might be worth something. He descended the cliff edge, carefully picking his way down until his feet touched the wood of the upper decks.

His stance crooked, legs shifting to match the sway of the crashed ship - and he turned, assuming no big nasty came around for a nibble, and looked up towards the group.

"C'mon down you sorry sods! Water's fine!"

She eyed the dwarf as he made mention of her being guilty by association. Wondering slightly if he was pointing the blame at her simply to get it off of himself. Only time would tell if these men and beasts were trustworthy or friendly.

Making her way up rather gracefully regardless of the slippery terrain. She turned to help her sister a few times, keeping a wary eye upon the others. As they reached their destination she inspected the ship more carefully. When the dwarf commented that they might want to turn tail, she simply looked upon him with her golden gaze and a perked eyebrow.

"It would probably be safer if you, with short limbs and tender stomachs, stayed behind while my sister and I used our balance to scout ahead." She quipped back at him. She looked to her sister a moment then back at the ship and made her way forward. Grace, elegance.. things expected of an elf, and she produced them with little to no effort. Her balance, once upon the shifting ship, was that of a cat. If she had a tail it would sway back and forth giving way her ability. After all, she was a monk. She and her sister had been trained on several settings to prepare them to fight in any condition. She waited, ready to catch her sister if she chose to follow or to offer a hand to those who would attempt the same route she had.

The racket down below was a bit to consider. Perhaps more crab people or, if lucky, someone else survived. She noted that not all heads were accounted for upon the beach. Then again, with the ship lulling from side to side and grinding against the stones and rocks that lay below it, it could be the clatter of the ships cargo as it was tossed around. Really, unless a voice was heard saying words, it could be anything. The sound of object upon object grinding against the wood, plopping out into the water when the waves got to be to much.

Huon's descent to the ship came with a practiced dexterity. Though the terrain proved more than a little treacherous, he was careful enough to keep his footing and maintain a swift pace.

Once aboard, the sound below deck had him reaching for his bow. He did not know what to expect, but he was not about to have a sea of crab beasts come crashing down on their heads.

Of course, the noise below could have also been a survivor or a wounded animal left stranded in the hold. Were he in the same situation he'd likely be making just as much noise in hopes of being heard. Wait... no... he'd be less of a pussy and have made his way to freedom by now.

"Careful on deck. The angle is going to be tricky..." he called out to his companions as he wandered his way toward the stairway that lead below deck. The hunter would rather have the potential threat dealt with before any looting were to take place.

The lumberjack was following, silent and listening to the others. He was new to this. He had wanted to just do some safe exploring, maybe something a bit bold here and there, but this was getting a bit much. Either way, he was in this and dealing with it now, thus the blonde haired man wasn't going to start bitching. Looking a bit lost and confused however, would be something he couldn't cover up. As they came aboard the ship, he too would be quick to follow Huon, as he didn't want to get left behind.

Kida had little difficulty making her way across the rocks.  She could be just as nimble and graceful as her sister Kyra when the occasion called for it, and a slippery pathway along jagged rocks just above rough churning waters?  Yeah, it totally called for it.  All the way up to the overlooking cliff of the wreck did Kida follow behind Kyra, accepting her help when offered from time to time, until finally she overlooked what once was their transport.  The voices started again as soon as she gazed upon it, and a noticeable twinge of what could be perceived as pain was given by the half-elf as she tried to suppress them.  It was extremely difficult, considering just how pained, upset, and miserable they sounded.  Depressing, to say the least.

Breaking sight from the ship, Kida turned her gaze back to the shoreline, to see if any noticeable landmarks stood out at this distance and height.  The first thing she noted was the heat.  The sun was finally starting to spread across the island and she estimated the temperature to already be in the high 70’s and humid, and boy was she starting to feel it.  Thankfully her attire was breezy, and the shawl she did well to keep over her head would help from the sun, or so imagined.  Beyond that observation though, Kida noted there were lots of sharp rocks, and the beach, well… It stretched a decent distance before ending in rocky cliff sides that stretched in either direction; both sides spotted with overstretched jungle and small beaches.  

Turning back down to regard the ship as everyone took their turns with climbing down to its slanted decks, Kida moved to the edge to lock eyes with her twin down below.  Flashing a cheeky grin for the briefest of moments, she kicked out one foot to aid in twirling around backwards before dropping off.  Not as strong as her other half, Kida managed to grab hold of the ledge and lower herself only so far down before finally kicking off the wall to be caught by Kyra who waited.

Stabilizing easily enough on the awkward angle of the ship when let down with a whispered thanks to her twin, Kida's attention couldn’t be torn from the loud noises that came from what remained of the lower decks of the ship.  Seeing Huon take charge in investigating what was causing such a racket, followed shortly by Laxus and Flyn, Kida gave her twin a passing shrug before the two of them followed behind with little trouble.

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As the Inquisitor moved down the crooked stairs into the darkness of the lower deck, his eyes slowly started to adjusted.  What once seemed so familiar but hours ago now looked nothing like the ship he once was leisurely riding on.  Making his way towards the sound with as silent of footsteps he could muster on this wreck, he raised a hand to halt those behind him once nearly upon it.  Finger raised to his lips to signal all to be silent, Huon peaked around the corner to spy the culprit of all the loud clatter.

A single eurypterid has apparently clambered up into the wreck and seems particularly taken by a partially collapsed storeroom.  So much so that it appears to be scratching and scrambling frantically at the warped barred door in a frenzied attempt to get at whatever lies inside.  At this point, it seems so set on it’s task that the thing has not yet taken notice of the group of survivors just down the hall.

The element of surprise is yours.

Flyn turned his head and flashed a wry grin at Kyra while he slipped a menacing Crowbill out from its loop on his belt. "Yer ginseng ain't gonna save ya while we're facin' whatever's down there, pumpkin" He retorted, hefting the pick into a two-handed grip, its wicked point readied for striking.

  When Huon went below deck, Flyn was practically shoulder to shoulder with the man, eager for blood. His eyes adjusted well to the faded light below decks, and he was almost disappointed when it turned out to be another one of those friggin' water scorpions. This would be easy. He turned to the group, pick extended, and a single, slender finger over his pale lips.

"This one's mine."

  He was already moving forward before anyone could protest. Even with the rocking of the sinking ship, his booted feet fell silent against the deck as he plodded forward decisively, pick poised to strike. However, in his one-minded pursuit of this foul creature's demise, he'd forgotten his footing, and one stray step had landed where a bucket of oily pitch had spilled enough of its contents to create a slick. Ass hit waterlogged boards and Flyn found himself sliding uncontrollably towards the occupied beast.

   "SHIT!"

  Was about all he had time to shout before he began careening towards his target, quickly gaining speed. It turned and to whatever surprise its limited mind was capable of, saw food headed straight for it! It was unable to react as Flyn, legs tucked tight, weapon braced forward, smashed into it. The result of which drove the pick through its face and body, utterly destroying it upon impact in a shower of watery blood and white-fleshed gore.

  The pair, still entangled, collided feet-first with the door it was attempting to get through.

With a look of disappointment Huon slid his bow back over his shoulder. He had been expecting something other than just another lowly crab monster. Ah well, Flyn took care of it easily enough and the immediate threat seemed to be eliminated.

"We ought to see just what it was after. A creature with such a simple mind is no doubt trying to get at something edible."


He worked his way closer to the broken door to get a better look. Were it in any manner of working condition, he'd attempt to open it.

Flyn boldly claimed his dibs on the monster they had all discovered, and dutifully did his job with exterminating it shortly thereafter.  Sure, slaying the sea vermin wasn’t done in the most graceful, flashy, or even logical fashion, but who was judging?  

Everyone.

With the threat quickly taken care of, Huon moved forward to further investigate what could have the sea scorpion so eager to get into the supply room.  Once reaching the battered and damaged door, the Inquisitor’s eyes were drawn down towards trickles of blood that appeared to be running out from under it.  Giving the door a try, he’d find it stuck, but the damage inflicted up until this point--including the final UNFF Flyn and the sea scorpion put into it--made it easy enough to break down.

Through the busted door, Huon was the first to discover the body that laid slumped against the side wall, clutching a mighty nice looking short sword in one hand, and also quite dead.  Calling out his discovery to the rest of the group slowly moving in behind him, Kida and Kyra were the first to take charge in moving into the room to better examine the body.  

Kneeling down beside it, Kida trailed her fingers just above the cadaver in choice spots as her sharp eyes took in every detail.  Dark eyebrows knitting together with a look of brief confusion, she eventually leaned back to balance on the balls of her feet while folding both arms to ponder.

“It’s first mate Alton Devers.”  Kida informed everyone before reaching out to try and tug the deceased first mate’s arm up, to which some resistance and a sickening tearing sound was heard as sign that rigor mortis had begun to set in.  “He’s been here and dead for several hours it seems.  As for his death…”  She gestures towards inflamed sting marks that were in several places on his body.  “It was the poison that finished him off, likely from a sea scorpion or something just as sinister.  But there’s something else..”  Tugging at the nice looking studded leather armor that Alton wore, Kida pointed out a different type of wound that stood out.  “This one is older than the others, and looks as if it was done by, what I’d guess, to be a rapier.  How curious.”

A search of the rest of the supply room turns up several tools and lumber that could really come in handy in building a secure campsite upon this unforgiving island: a block and tackle, three large canvas sheets, two fishing nets, a grappling hook, two bullseye lanterns, 12 flasks of lantern oil, 150 feet of hemp rope, and five shovels.  An extremely lucky find, to say the least, considering what little was actually left of the Jenivere after her wreck.

OOC Stuff:

Huon took a quick inventory of everything that was present in the store room, cupping his chin in proper ponder posture. Most everything here would indeed prove useful in a survival scenario. Maybe they could even use the rope to assist with building individual huts. Oh and they could all take on various roles and establish a little community. What fun.

"Right, everyone fill your packs with as much as you can carry. We're not going to be able to make a second trip."

He wasted no time in securing a good deal of the equipment, exactly 1/5 of what was there. Because math is fun.

After divvying up the loot, Huon stepped back into the corridor. He was fully intent on making this as quick and as efficient as possible.

"Right... now where were the food stores...?" he thought aloud as he set off... looking for another large store room.

Groaned and stirred while the group approached, looking up at them with a sneer.

"No, no. Don't worry 'bout me ya sorry berks. Ah'm just soddin' fine." He got to his feet with a defeated groan, wincing at the minor aches that now riddled his backside.

He followed the rest inside.

Flyn took note of the items and dutifully began to shove what he could into his pack greedily, notably ignoring the body that Kida had seemed so intent on messing with. He would turn, finally regarding its presence with an appraising stare.

"Someone strip th' stiff, can't let good equipment go ta waste." He spoke as he jammed the last of the lantern oil into his pack. "And the rest of ya, grab a shovel, and give the knife to the beardy twat."

Some time was taken to strategies the best means of bringing all the supplies and loot they discovered back to the shore.  Eventually deciding to divvy up everything so that the weight and burden was shared according to what each could handle, they all started out again in their exploration of the wreck, albeit, a bit heavier and burdened down this time.

Lucky or unlucky, much of the Jenivere had been lost to the cliff and sea, leaving few places to pillage below decks.  Navigating uneven halls and treacherous rooms eventually lead the group to what they thought to be the location of the larder.  Although the majority of the ship’s food stores were kept in the now-missing cargo below, enough preserved rations are stored here to supply a single person with food for 24 days.  

While gathering the preserved rations, a second body is found stashed away in the back of the room.  Closer examination by Kida again would confirm that this is Cook Terillo… Or was him, rather.  Unlike the other body found, Terillo had been dead for far longer.  His cause of death?  Poison.  Only when gazing close at the pudgy, smelly remains of the cook could bite marks on the neck and shoulders be identified as serpentine in origin, although from a rather large snake.

The plot thickens.

Once again, things seemed to be looking up with the presence of the new rations, and more questions raised to this sudden mystery. Why were those two killed from the poison, yet the passengers survived? And just where were those coffee beans that Flyn had seen being loaded onto the ship at port. These would likely go unanswered while the elf set about stuffing his pack full of items and barking at whoever happened to be nearest to share the load.

Kida and Kyra offered what little room they had remaining in their backpacks for the rations, and after taking up every last inch of space in their packs and pouches, all they all were loaded up and accounted for.  Sure, it’ll slow the two of them down some, but it was a temporary setback for the greater good, or something.

Content that they all had searched what remained of the lower deck, back up the stairs everyone went to pillage the last remaining room: the Captain’s quarters.  Or what’s left of it, anyways.  

The place is a wreck--a jagged hole in the side has allowed most of the room’s contents to spill out into the surf and wash away.  Yet even a cursory search reveals some useful supplies, most of which are found in an overturned desk (fortunately, the desk was too large to fit through the hole in the wall).  One upper drawer contains a ring with several keys.  Another drawer contains several sea charts and maps, along with the Captain’s log.  The maps include one of the west coast of Garund that plots the Jenivere’s route to and from Sargava.  The island of Smuggler’s Shiv is not marked on this map, but it is marked on a second map of Desperation Bay, though the map provides no details on the island apart from its general outline and a note warning of danger.

A lower desk drawer is locked tight, but to someone who knows what they’re doing with a lockpick, they shouldn’t have too hard of a time.  Flyn was just the Elf for the job, and with a quick work of his lockpick, the large drawer was open to showcase it's spoils: a bottle of fine brandy, a darkwood model of the Jenivere in a glass bottle, and a small coffer containing quite a few gold pieces. Also in this lower drawer is a long leather satchel that holds a dozen potions for emergency use: four potions of cure light wounds, a potion of cure moderate wounds, four potions of lesser restoration, a potion of remove disease, a potion of water breathing, and a potion of water walking.

Finally, a large footlocker leaning against the desk itself--Labeled ‘Prisoner--contains confiscated gear, including a very nice dagger, a suit of leather armor, two potions of cure light wounds, a holy symbol of Nethys, and a spell component pouch.

The Captain’s Log:

Second Map:

Huon poured over the notes in the captain's log once the group had made its way back to camp. Unlike the others, Huon seemed to move with ease along the difficult terrain, as though his steps were guided by some divine force. Or maybe he was just good at climbing stuff. I mean... really... one didn't have to have godly help to make their way along a path.

Anyway, once they had all formed a neatly organized pile of equipment, Huon stepped forth to share his findings with the group.

"Well... it would appear that we might have gained a bit of insight as to why we're here. Though this doesn't explain how an experienced seaman ran the ship aground... or why we were spared. Such a jealous love would lead me to believe that the honorable captain wouldn't want anyone to ruin his love-nest with Leana. Obviously he had no qualms ending our friend back on the ship... gods rest him."

He passed the journal around to anyone who might wish to read it themselves.

"But... at least we have a map of our lovely new island home. We could get this filled out in our spare time. Could even think of it as looking for a spot for a nice vacation house if it makes it any easier for you."

Practically towered over Huon's shoulder as he poured through the journal with an almost obsessive thirst for answers. He found little, and only more questions yet to be raised.

"Leana? Never noticed her. Ya think she's responsible for this cluster-fuck we're tangled in? Ach. This don't help us anyways. What we need is to get these sorry bums." He tossed a thumb towards the rest of the castaways. "To work. We need ta start sending scouting parties - which ah so graciously volunteer ta lead - and, we need to divvy up this here loot."

He stood up from his hunched position and hooked a thumb across his nostrils with a decisive sniff, and set about picking through the loot. Dragging away that mighty fine set of studded leather armour and a potion of cure light wounds.

"And what of this prisoner fellow?" He added, emptying a bag filled with lamp oil and shovels into what seemed to be their makeshift stockpile. "Some'd say an holy symbol of Nethys is damning evidence of a shadowy snake."

"Of Nethys, really? He's a god of magic, a little mad perhaps, but nothing particularly sinister. Of course... I do suppose he's not exactly one to care about the ways in which his followers use their magic." Huon fixed the elf with a grin. "And aye, if we truly do have a priest in our midst, let him be known. We could certainly use the aid of the gods. And... if he's indeed the prisoner, well... I see no harm in letting him have his effects. It's not as though he's somehow in a different situation."


He cast his gaze over to Jask (or whoever the prisoner was. That one guy who washed up or something, yeah him.)

"And I'd hope we'd not split our numbers too far. There's no telling what lurks beyond the tree line. Let us pray it's an undiscovered tribe of friendly warrior women..." he paused, looking to the women in the group "....and men. Nothing like a tribe of friendly warriors to show us the way of things, eh?"

Flyn shrugged in an attempt to brush off his mistake. "No gods in th' spire, only yer actions to mark yer legacy. I haven't exactly taken th' soddin' time ta memorize their names." He sat back on his newly aquired gear, marking his spot on the beach. Maybe he'll set up a tent of palm fronds later. He stretched his aching logs across the sand and fixed his gaze back

"So. What shall we do next, my merry band of whoresons and heros?" He left the question hanging, his head canting to the left.

Kyra had given Flyn a blank star when he insulted her ginseng root. She made her way along with everyone else, staying close to her sister of course case something happened.

When Flyn fell to his ass and slid into his.. well.. attack and destruction of the beast, she would have offered to help him up.. but as her sister moved off to view the body inside she would opt to follow her instead.

She kept quiet through everything. There was really nothing to say. Watching people divide up the loot to carry, taking a shovel herself. Strangely she did not feel to over taxed with her load. Sweat did pour down.. as it was becoming humid and rather stuffy in the ship carcass. She was happy when they left.

Later that evening she spent a few moments combing her hair with her fingertips while looking out at the group. She wasn't looking at any one specific person, deep in thought.. just happened to be where her golden gaze was set. Her fingers would once in a while brush up against her short pointed ears, jingling the small rings of metal that decorated it. Pulling her hair over to the side as she listened to the males talk. She ran her fingers along the scared pattern on her scalp; it was then she noticed Sasha watching her. A quirk of her eyebrow as her eyes shifted to the red head for a brief moment. Flyn's query of what the group should do next catching her attention.

"We should go out in three groups. We have enough here to do that. Straight out.. diagonal along the beach on either side." She motioned with her finger in each direction as she spoke. "I suggest we do what we can to get off the island... but..." She looked at Huon. "Whatever Gods brought us here, to have us survive such a wreckage.." She gave a soft shrug of her shoulders as her eyes flitted to Kida. "They spared us for a reason. I am curious to see what that reason might be. Death or adventure awaits." She said and gave a soft smile to her sister.

Laxus would just be following in silence, not really speaking, nor saying anything at the moment. He didn't really know any of them and he wasn't really sure if he could trust them. What had happen that caused all this? No really, what happen? Every single person just happen to black out, and come to. . .on a sandy beach, without almost any of them drowning or missing? Sure a few seemed to be missing, but everything just struck him as odd. For the moment he didn't really trust them, and thus was just keeping his distance. He had no choice honestly, as he had to follow them, as the dangers were unknown and he rather stick with a group; rather than flying solo.

So for the moment, he just followed like a dog, while thinking of ways to sleep with one eye open.

Back to the shoreline Kida had followed the group once all the spoils off of the slowly sinking carcass of a ship were taken.  What they managed to find certainly made the trip worthwhile in her opinion, and the idea of an elongated stay now seemed much more realistic with this boon.  Now that she was outside of the ship again however, the sun moving higher into the sky brought on a hot sticky heat that was in the 80’s and only promised to get worse as the day went on--to think it was still morning!  By the time Kida had made it to the shore with all of the loot she was attempting to help carry, she was already flushed and breathing heavy.

Opting to sit down to catch her breath and fan her face on the beach, Kida watched as the castaways one by one moved forward to examine what all was pillaged from the wreck.  Even the prisoner eventually ceased his praying to stand and move forward to observe.  She’d note that all their distraught looks seemed to lessen somewhat when regarding the spoils, but their overall moral wasn’t rising very much beyond that.  

When all was stacked, only the prisoner and Ishirou approached the group of adventurers to contribute.  The other castaways went back to their own spots on the beach and reverted back to their shaken, unfriendly states.  

Choosing to remain silent as Flyn and Huon debated back and forth, only Kida’s golden eyes flicked between the pair until her sights were eventually brought to the prisoner they spoke of and his approach.  Straightening her back and canting her head curiously, she’d remain silent a bit longer to see what he’d have to say.

“Wah gwan.  Mi name is Jask.” The prisoner introduced with a thick island accent before motioning towards some of the gear that had been laid out. “An yes, dat is mi stuff.  I am er cleric of Nethys, a holy mon.  I cyan offa much by di grace of mi God, but yuh haffi help mi out, mon.”  Raising his manacle bound wrists, the look on his face was pleading at this point.  Were being prisoner for such a long voyage not bad enough, this added shipwreck certainly had the man near breaking point.

Regardless of what decision the group of adventurers made with releasing Jask or not, Ishirou would approach after to give a bow.  Looking more rugged than his usual Tian self, his tone was rough and his words short.  “I am Ishirou.  I offer to serve as a camp guard or defender.  I won’t do both.”  Looking directly towards Kyra and Kida, he’d give the twins a shy nod with a slight blush before turning, with sword in hand, to sit near the pile of supplies.

Kida raised a brow in turn to the Tian man’s unusual reaction, but shrugged it off to let her hues slip towards Laxus, as if expecting him to chime in next with his opinion.  When nothing was said, she couldn’t help but quirk a brow whilst examining him further.  Not unlike the other castaways, he had been rather silent since washing up on shore with the rest of him.  Certainly he has proven more willing to help thus far, but perhaps the shock of being shipwrecked was finally getting to him.  

Turning towards Kyra when she finally spoke, a reserved look of fondness was given towards her sister as she listened to her words.  As ominous as it may sound, Kida couldn’t help but feel the same.  There were so many questions… Questions in which she wanted answers to.  Unfortunately, they weren’t easily attained.

“Kyra and Huon have the right idea… Scouting the island could be beneficial, but we best remember this island is notorious for its dangers.  We should be prepared before expanding out, and making a camp, I think, should be our first priority.”  Pausing to gage everyone’s response, Kida continued to explain why.  “The day is growing more unbearably hot by the hour.  We need shelter to protect us from the elements.  A fire as well, along with a fresh source of clean water… The last of which being just as important as shelter.”  With it being as hot as it is, dehydration was especially high on the danger list.

“As for the prisoner, Jask.”  Kida added in, when the debate would turn towards that.  “I say release him.”  She shrugged.  “We need more allies than enemies, and another set of willing hands offering to aid us should never be denied, especially when offered from a cleric.”