They remembered bits and snippets about the previous evening in the Formidably Maid. Myra had a pleasant if murky recollection of a whirlwind evening of booze-driven debauchery with a foppish gnome - sporting a magnificent feathered hat, eyepatch, and equally magnificently curled mustache - who possessed a silver tongue. Though small in stature he showed off more than one use for his honeyed tongue late into the night... what was his name again? Conchobhar? Jing recalled spinning yarns to an appreciative audience that plied him with drink after each tale, and it might have been the alcohol talking but he was quite certain that more than one girl was looking at him with dreamy eyes. The bosom he finally rested his head on belonged to a buxom red-headed beauty, before everything faded to back...<br/><br/>Whoever had kidnapped them last night had taken the opportunity to relieve them of all their earthly possessions save the clothes on their backs. They didn't have long to ponder their dilemma before a hatch creaked open. The harsh light of a lantern drowned out the lights of Jing's cantrip and made their eyes throb painfully to the sound of heavy footsteps entering the hold.<br/><br/>Leading the group was a sneering man with a braided beard and a mouth full of gold teeth. His body was tall and thin, and even his long coat and heavy boots failed to give any impression of strength or bulk. This was the man they would come to know as Master Scourge, the ship's boatswain and master-at-arms. Six rough-looking pirates, armed with saps, accompanied him. A grimace of a smile bruised Scourge’s face as he cracked the whip in his hand and screamed:<br/><br/><strong>“Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!”</strong><br/><br/>(https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/golarion-chronicles/images/7/7d/Master_Scourge.jpg)