Waking up after a night that you thought was all good fun, it quickly became apparent that you didn’t end up anywhere as pleasant as you would hope.
You woke to the sound of booted feet on hardwood, and as you tried to clear your head and get the room to stop spinning the door slammed inward…
“Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!”
Six burly, reeking sailors were led into the room by a sneering fellow with a gleam in his eye that suggested he was hoping for a reason to get to use the whip dangling from his belt.
A couple of snaps of his whip got a fire under you and after a quick walk down the hall, you were escorted on to the deck of the Wormwood where you get a good look at your fellow captives Petronicus, Lyra, Passag, and Ada Leena.
As you approach the mast with the rest of the crew a voice booms out from the Garundi man on the aft deck.
“Glad you could join us at last! Welcome to the Wormwood! My thanks for ‘volunteering’ to join my crew. I’m Barnabas Harrigan. That’s Captain Barnabas Harrigan to you, not that you’ll ever need to address me. I have only one rule—don’t speak to me. I like talk, but I don’t like your talk. Follow that rule and we’ll all get along fine.
Oh, and one more thing. Even with you new recruits, we’re still short-handed, and I aim to keep what crew I have. There’ll be a keelhaulin’ for anyone caught killin’ anyone. Mr. Plugg! If you’d be so kind as to make pirates out of these landlubbers, it’ll save me having to put them in the sweatbox for a year and a day before I make pies out of ’em.”
As the captain walks away a balding man with a long black ponytail, wearing a long coat and carrying a well-used cat-o’-nine-tails strides down the stairs, lashing his cat on the railing.
“A’right you slugs, LINE UP! Cap’n says you’re to be pirates so pirates ye’ll be, or ye’ll be o’er the railin’! Lets find out who be gettin’ the easy job. Climb you maggots! First one to the crow gets ta feel the sweet salt breeze.
Passag rumbles “If you want to see a dead orc on the deck, then I’ll climb.” Earning a lash from the scourge.
After more fumbles and falls from the lot of you than any self-respecting sailor would admit, Ada Leena is first to reach the crow’s nest.
“Congratulations, the little girl saved you all from a beating the likes of which you’d never forget.” Shouting up to the dwarf “Good for you, little girl. Move your arse outa the ropes ‘n’ report to Master Scourge!”
Turning to the remaining new “recruits” howling into their faces.
Mr. Plugg yells “Can you cook?!?”… “Can you cook!?”… “Can you cook, fattie?!”
Passag “I sure can.”
Looking at Passag, “Good. Cook’s Mate. Report to Fishguts!”
To the remaining two… “And I suppose you two will have to be mine. Seein’ as how I wouldn’t want to tire ya’ too badly on yer first day, ye lowly swabs’ll be pumping bilges today… Report Below!”
Welcome to the Wormwood