We'd taken mighty damage from the last fight, and the ship was listing slightly. Fortunatly I have a remedy for slight listing, I keep it in a nearby bottle.
We were making way towards an island to reap some wood for repairs when suddenly two things happened. We spied Bloody Pawl's ship, and an unnatural fog quickly settled in.
A dingy came to us bearing a refugee and an emissary both from Capt'n Zakhe's ship. One seeking shelter, the other a deal. We agreed to help Zakhe fetch another wampeter, in exchange for help in taking down Bloody Pawl.
Too soon the fog lifted and battle was emminet. I had time to get my own fog going, it helps limber me timbers. And then there was battle, honorous battle. I was greiviously wounded and several of my mates fell to the scurvy dogs, but in the end Demmings was dead and his ship lie in the great deep.
We made for Glittergoldville for repairs. Where we hunkered down to a heated debate on booty division. Folks came out of the woodwork to listen in, and some didn't want to hear it, but had no choice. It took all of a day, and in the end I don't think we resolved it all, but the crew finally got some cash and the festivities began.
We got our dead brought back to life. I got meself shrunk again to go pay tribute to the Great Garl Glittergold. He imparted some more wisdom to me in the form of a vision. An ancient Gnomish secret if you will. One I'll live by and never to forget in all my daze.
Next up we'll set forth on Zakhe's baubble quest. I don't feel right working for such a creepy guy, but Capt'n Shanahan allowed it a'fore.
But I think if'n he's not evil, he will be, and eventually we'll 'ave to put 'im down.
A journal of my adventures upon the high seas. (it starts at the bottom)