{In Reizu's absence, Bellicious will also use his round to rush up on deck}.<br/><br/>Lion ushers her young charges belowdecks, then ducks behind the ship's wheel, scrabbling for something in one of the<span style="font-style: italic">Swifwind's</span>lockers.<br/><br/>Something clatters from behind you, and Ulrik emerges, holding a lengthy pole surmounted with a wicked hook.<br/><br/>Toric scrambles up to the masthead and the tiny nook provided there for a watcher, and vanishes from view within it.<br/><br/>{Creature roll to attack (probably Linda's guard), 3+13 = 16 (???), damage 18. Miss-chance 66, misses anyway.}<br/><br/>The creature's mouth thrums around the delicious flavor of celestial, wriggling on its tongue, Xarces blood pouring over that organ, which trembled in apparent delight. Yet when it swallowed, all the creature received was a thin, barely nutritious liquid, the highly diluted bloodstains that were all Xarces had left behind as he slipped away between its teeth.<br/><br/>Washed far from the waters it knows by the storm, blinded, robbed of the two most delicious meals it has ever tasted, the creature snaps at the biting<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>attacking its neck... and misses {16, probable miss anyway, but miss-chance due to blindness result 66%, miss anyway}. Infuriated, the elasmosaurus lunges forward, its foreflippers coming to rest on the deck as it begins to haul its bulk up onto the<span style="font-style: italic">Swiftwind</span>– which lists alarmingly as the creature's weight comes to rest upon her port side. The vessel's list quickly grows to forty degrees, turning the deck into a sprayslicked obstical course. Toric, perched atop the mast, dangles out over the creature's body.<br/><br/>Running damage total<br/>Creature 11<br/>Alizome 23<br/>Xarces 22<br/>Acted First Round: All<br/>Acted Second Round: Creature<br/>Still to act Second Round: Everybody else