The Captain is Grievously Wounded

Blood pools around her body. A cut to the face has taken an eye, and a stab close to the heart nearly took her life. She is barely conscious, but most of the crew survived, and all the assailants are dead or fleeing. A Mariner calls for a doctor.

You are the closest thing to one, and there isn’t much you can do. A scrap of fabric torn from her shirt serves as a bandage; enough to staunch the bleed. You cannot do anything for her eye, and the rum you force her to drink makes her gag – but it does dull the pain.

A Mariner looks at her and asks: ”What happens now?”

”We hold the course.”