Chapter 5: Come Storm . . .
"Ooo. I always wanted to be rich. I'll skip the stinking part, though." Bracing on the palms of her hands the halfling scooted her bottom back down the length of the bar a bit. A subtle turn of her head exposed a roll of her eyes to everyone in the room except the unnamed Raider of the Stranded Ship.
"Sounds like there will be an interesting crew here tonight, Scramsax. By the by," the halfling turned the conversation just as she turned her attention back to the man with the unfortunate cold. "You wouldn't happen to know who owns the ship, do you? Stop me if I'm wrong, but my thinking is that a stranded ship isn't necessarily an abandoned ship. And, if there's treasure to be had, that usually means people with swords, and magic, and very unforgiving attitudes, who claim ownership of said treasure. And, if they are not currently present on this stranded ship, they are usually highly motivated to track down this treasure, and take back what they consider to have been unrightfully stolen from them. And, knowing these people as I think I do, they may be up for a little vengeance in the process. A person who had engaged in the raiding of such a stranded ship may be looking to get their head smashed in. Or so it seems to me."
"His head smashed in, and his heart cut out ... " sang the halfling in a rich mezzo voice. "And his liver removed, and his bowls unplugged. His nostrils raped, and his bottom burnt off."
"Anyway, I think you get the idea. Does that give you any second thoughts?" she asked of the man.