Saltmarsh I
We have lost our ship. I lost my book when she went down too, so my records will have to begin anew here. Now that I think about it... did she go down? I didn't see what happened after the giant hands tipped us all off. Damn that sea-witch! Ah, but I get ahead of myself. It started fine, Sett assembled us in the cargo hold and laid out the plan. The concealed dwarf with the parrot, the half-orc, me, the first-mate, and himself. "Captain says there's a storm coming. We do it tonight." I protested. "You trust these people?" "I don't even know if I can trust you, Rohoyo." What does he think of me? Perhaps it's my foreign accent, still lingering even after years at sea. I bowed. "My friend, you can trust me with all your heart." He smirked. "Too late now anyway. You." he said, pointing to the half-orc, his voice hushed but commanding. "Tie the cargo up down here, but don't do a good job of it. When the cargo comes...