In the morning, Hamish seems fine, but Shango’s leg, where he was bitten by the rat, is red and inflamed. Despite healing the wound, it seems that he may have been infected with filth fever. His leg hurts a bit, but he seems able to work. Mister Plugg, during the morning watch, assigns each of them their tasks for the day.
Bahram is assigned to assist Ambrose ‘Fishguts’ Kroop with the day’s cooking, but the chef is once again inebriated, and Bahram has to do all the work again. He attempts to talk to Caulky Tarroon when she comes to pick up the meals for the officers. She warns him that Captain Harrigan disapproves of any of the officers fraternizing with the crew, but the affable, charming Faiz convinces her to talk just a bit. She says that Kipper, the Gunner’s mate, scares her because he is so unpredictable, and Riaris Krine, the Master Gunner, makes Rosie Cusswell seem like a nun. She does warn him that while Plugg and Scourge are ill-tempered, you will never know when Harrigan is mad at you until it is too late.
Theodric is assigned to work as a lookout today, and he accomplishes his tasks with ease, spending time talking with Ratline Rattsberger, who presses him for lots of information, but doesn’t seem to really take a shine to the friendly priest.
Zalamesh is assigned to work on repairs on deck, and busies himself with the ropes and knots. He speaks with the comely Barefoot Samms, who seems a bit intimidated with him initially, but soon opens up to him after he compliments her on her deft work in the riggings. She was initially put off by the reputation of Bekyar, and Zalamesh seem to avoid her, at least, compared to a lot of men.
Hamish is assigned to work as a runner and spends most of his day trotting around the decks of the ship relaying messages, information, and orders, wearing himself out a bit. He does find the time to flirt more with the fiery-tempered Rosie Cusswell, and the fiesty halfling seems to enjoy his company as much as many of the women on board.
After the rum ration, and the rather disappointing meal from Faiz, Mister Plugg interrupts the evening’s anticipated revelry, bringing the shackled Owlbear on deck. Many of Scourge and Plugg’s mates circle around the deck, barking and growling ominously. Plugg, a comfortable distance above it all on the poop deck, announces that one of the ‘new swabs’ must fight it out with Owlbear. “No weapons, no magic—just two of ye swabs fighting ’til one drops.” None of the men seem particularly eager, but Plugg tosses a hefty purse of clinking coins on the deck. “There’s a hundred gold there for the taking, ye swabs!”.
The men quickly nominate Hamish to fight the truculent, unhinged Owlbear, who stands a fair bit taller than the half-orc, and seems to outmass him as well. Hamish starts the fight cautiously, and bobs and weaves, retreating before Owlbear’s powerful swings. The hulking simpleton is a skilled fighter, however, and lands several painful punches on Hamish. At one point, however, he trips and stumbles, and Hamish punishes him with a painful fist in the kidneys. Owlbear seems not to notice, and slams his own fist into Hamish’s gut, staggering him as well. Owlbear whimpers in pain and retreats from the fight, but Hamish keeps up his guard. Fipps Chumlett pushes a belaying pin into Owlbear’s hands, however, and several of Scourge’s toadies push the bruiser back into the fight. He swings the pin menacingly, but Hamish dodges it cautiously, and Zalamesh uses the commotion of the crowds to cast a quick spell, commanding Owlbear to drop the rule-breaking weapon! Hamish and Owlbear trade a few more punishing strikes, but Hamish’s persistent jabs have worn down Owlbear, and the big lummox staggers and collapses before he can land any more punches on the bedraggled half-orc. Hamish is badly bloodied and bruised, but he claims the prize purse with steady legs!
Theodric heals his mate Hamish, while Zalamesh tries to befriend the battered Owlbear, offering the bruised lummox some rum and his healing magics. Bahram talks to Rosie Cusswell and cracks her foul-mouthed exterior. He tries to use his time on deck to figure out the location of the Wormwood based on the moon and stars, but cannot quite figure out where he is. Hamish, finding the diminutive Ratline listening on his conversations with Samms, bellows at the halfling, putting the nosy little sailor in his place. Theodric stays up late to drink with Cut-Throat Grok and bargains with her for his fiddle, getting a good deal on his beloved instrument from the tipsy quartermistress.