Log The Second
'Twas a pair of days filled with action and soul numbing boredom.
We gathered the officers and wandered off to our meeting with the gnome, Flint. And wouldn't ya know it, he didn't show up!! Just like da rest of dem little buggers, can't be trusted to nuttin' except to be showin' up for mealtime. Well, at least we got to sample some damn fine swordfish...the rusty hook always serves up some damn fine vitals. Well we was just about ready to head back to the ship when the captain starts questioning the barkeep, some old captain by name of Wine. I still don't know how he does it, but the captain managed to find out where old Flint's room is. So we all head up, thinkin' that we we can do some looking around. Mistress knocks on the door and some deep voice tells us to bugger off. Sounds like there are a few people in the room, so unless the gnome suddenly grew a few feet somethin' is going on. Once again the captain works his magic and gets old Wine up to unlock the door for us. Well, I've seen half drowned cats fight less violently. The door started swingin' open and the thugs inside started swinging at us. We could see poor Flint huddled in a corner, with his face swelled up the size of a puffer fish. The same 4 thugs that had been following him yesterday was standing in the room. 2 of them was applying a solid beatin' to Flint and the other 2 was swinging a cutlass or two towards us. Now Kenby just goes a wading in like he ain't got a care in the world. I guess all them ship's pilots is just a little on the strange side. Still he got that look in his eye and started splattering the walls with blood damn quick. Now Mistress is a bit more fluid and slipped around the room and ended up balanced on a chest kicking one of them scum suckers in the face. Old Wine could stand by either, he got right in there as well, and started making a damn mess with that hook hand of his. The captain started throwin' his hell bolts around and I managed to get in a few good hits as well before the cowards decided that they was out matched and started surrendering. Must have had something to do with me crushin' the poor bastards head like a rotten
melon.
We managed to convince Flint that he should show us his map and we let him talk us into helpin' him out on his treasure hunt. But it can't just be a straight up hunt. Naw, we gots to spring his friend Lucien from the crew of the Kraken's Claw. Now the claw is under the command of captain Bowman, a she-devil if there ever was one. It seems that Flint and Lucien had started making plans to chase after this legendary treasure and was about to get going when Lucien was captured by Bowman. And soon after, Bowman starts sending her goons out after Flint. Now Flint admits that Lucien had some ideas on how and where all of the bits of the map fit together and Flint is damn convinced that the only way anything will get done is if we can rescue Lucien. Trouble is, no one seems to know where Lucien is being kept. Even after we got the thugs back to the ship and the captain did a damn fine job of questioning them, all we got was the berth of the Kraken's Claw.
'Bout this time Kemby starts saying that he has an old friend in Scurvy town who has a nice view of the Kraken's Claw. And Mistress almost jumps out the porthole volunteering to help him watch the boat. So we row 'em out and leave 'em to watch the boat. Come morning, the captain and I head out to check on them and they look like they ain't got a lick of sleep all night long. Last I recall, it don't take much effort to watch a boat all night. Makes a body wonder what they was up to all night. I wonder what the crew will have to say about that? And all they had to say was that the boat had a skeleton crew and some of them was smoking snake weed. Fits with the stories that we hear about captain Bowman. Her running drugs and all that.
The rest of the day was damn tiring for the captain and me, what with the wandering all over town and the drinking and talking and such. We managed to get some brother at the library to do some research for us, although we won't be seeing the results until the morrow. We also paid a visit to Rudolph's Exotic book store. Seemed kind of strange that one of them goons that visited Flint would have a book in his pocket. Well, the book keep was the most unhelpful waste of skin that I ever met. I was sure that he was hiding something behind that big curtain, so the captain and I come up with a cunning diversion. Now the captain got a good look back there, and says that there be a sturdy door at the end of the hallway. So unless we start laying the blades to the book keep, we won't be getting anything else from that place.
Unless we want to pick up another copy of "Thoroughly Filthy Fanny", or one of the popular series "Forbidden Love; the Bosun, the Pilot and the Whip of Love"
Jee-to, quartermaster, Lady's Favour
We gathered the officers and wandered off to our meeting with the gnome, Flint. And wouldn't ya know it, he didn't show up!! Just like da rest of dem little buggers, can't be trusted to nuttin' except to be showin' up for mealtime. Well, at least we got to sample some damn fine swordfish...the rusty hook always serves up some damn fine vitals. Well we was just about ready to head back to the ship when the captain starts questioning the barkeep, some old captain by name of Wine. I still don't know how he does it, but the captain managed to find out where old Flint's room is. So we all head up, thinkin' that we we can do some looking around. Mistress knocks on the door and some deep voice tells us to bugger off. Sounds like there are a few people in the room, so unless the gnome suddenly grew a few feet somethin' is going on. Once again the captain works his magic and gets old Wine up to unlock the door for us. Well, I've seen half drowned cats fight less violently. The door started swingin' open and the thugs inside started swinging at us. We could see poor Flint huddled in a corner, with his face swelled up the size of a puffer fish. The same 4 thugs that had been following him yesterday was standing in the room. 2 of them was applying a solid beatin' to Flint and the other 2 was swinging a cutlass or two towards us. Now Kenby just goes a wading in like he ain't got a care in the world. I guess all them ship's pilots is just a little on the strange side. Still he got that look in his eye and started splattering the walls with blood damn quick. Now Mistress is a bit more fluid and slipped around the room and ended up balanced on a chest kicking one of them scum suckers in the face. Old Wine could stand by either, he got right in there as well, and started making a damn mess with that hook hand of his. The captain started throwin' his hell bolts around and I managed to get in a few good hits as well before the cowards decided that they was out matched and started surrendering. Must have had something to do with me crushin' the poor bastards head like a rotten
melon.
We managed to convince Flint that he should show us his map and we let him talk us into helpin' him out on his treasure hunt. But it can't just be a straight up hunt. Naw, we gots to spring his friend Lucien from the crew of the Kraken's Claw. Now the claw is under the command of captain Bowman, a she-devil if there ever was one. It seems that Flint and Lucien had started making plans to chase after this legendary treasure and was about to get going when Lucien was captured by Bowman. And soon after, Bowman starts sending her goons out after Flint. Now Flint admits that Lucien had some ideas on how and where all of the bits of the map fit together and Flint is damn convinced that the only way anything will get done is if we can rescue Lucien. Trouble is, no one seems to know where Lucien is being kept. Even after we got the thugs back to the ship and the captain did a damn fine job of questioning them, all we got was the berth of the Kraken's Claw.
'Bout this time Kemby starts saying that he has an old friend in Scurvy town who has a nice view of the Kraken's Claw. And Mistress almost jumps out the porthole volunteering to help him watch the boat. So we row 'em out and leave 'em to watch the boat. Come morning, the captain and I head out to check on them and they look like they ain't got a lick of sleep all night long. Last I recall, it don't take much effort to watch a boat all night. Makes a body wonder what they was up to all night. I wonder what the crew will have to say about that? And all they had to say was that the boat had a skeleton crew and some of them was smoking snake weed. Fits with the stories that we hear about captain Bowman. Her running drugs and all that.
The rest of the day was damn tiring for the captain and me, what with the wandering all over town and the drinking and talking and such. We managed to get some brother at the library to do some research for us, although we won't be seeing the results until the morrow. We also paid a visit to Rudolph's Exotic book store. Seemed kind of strange that one of them goons that visited Flint would have a book in his pocket. Well, the book keep was the most unhelpful waste of skin that I ever met. I was sure that he was hiding something behind that big curtain, so the captain and I come up with a cunning diversion. Now the captain got a good look back there, and says that there be a sturdy door at the end of the hallway. So unless we start laying the blades to the book keep, we won't be getting anything else from that place.
Unless we want to pick up another copy of "Thoroughly Filthy Fanny", or one of the popular series "Forbidden Love; the Bosun, the Pilot and the Whip of Love"
Jee-to, quartermaster, Lady's Favour
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