Make another Attempt to rouse the Crew

A Clear Command

The crew, somewhat more awake now, snap to attention under your threats. Some need a helping of cold water, and others need to cure their **** poisoning by emptying the putrid contents of their stomach over the railing. But they are – at long last – standing.

You order the winnings of the slowest gambler seized, and you kick the last strangler off of the dockside whore. He scurries away, and you personally escort her back to the harbour. You do not shake her cum-covered hand, but you promise that the ship – and your crew’s fat purses – will return to her in due time.

You find their quarters empty on your return. You instead patrol past manned stations. The guards have changed, replaced by their (mostly sober) compatriots. The engine room reports readiness, and a cohort of pale shadows forces their mops across the deck in a slow but hopeful dance. The crew is as ready as they can be.