<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge check results</div><div class="spoiler_body">There're too many pirate captains sailing the Shackles for the name Harrigan to stand out...</div></div><br/><br/><em>Crack!</em>The crack of Scourge's whip echoed throughout the hold.<strong>"Shut your hatches and get moving!"</strong>Jing and Myra were led up to the main deck, with the pirates providing a hard shove whenever they stumbled thanks to the floor's rocking motion or on the steep ladder-like stairs.<br/><br/>Up top, it was quickly apparent that they were indeed on a sizable ship in the middle of the ocean, far from any land. Port Peril and the mainland of the Shackles were just an ochre haze many miles astern.  Figures clustered around the ship’s mainmast, looking up at the higher deck on the stern, where two figures stood. One of them was a broad, muscular Garundi man with a shaven head, a long beard bound with gold rings, and an eye patch - clearly the captain. The other was a younger but already balding man with a long black ponytail, wearing a long coat and carrying a well-used cat-o’-nine-tails.<br/><br/>Jing and Myra were not the only new recruits - four others were standing on the deck, set apart by their relative cleanliness and their apparent unease with their newfound situation, and standing apart from the existing members of the crew, mlling about on the deck or in the ship’s rigging. Among the newly press-ganged Myra recognized her partner from last night, the gnome Conchobhar, now sportnig a few more bruises. Jing too recognized the redhead whose bosom he had once used as a pillow.<br/><br/>The captain addressed the crew from his superior vantage point on the poop deck.<br/><br/><strong>“Glad you could join us at last! Welcome to the Wormwood! My thanks for ‘volunteering’ to join my crew. I’m Barnabas Harrigan. That’s Captain Barnabas Harrigan to you, not that you’ll ever need to address me. I have only one rule—don’t speak to me. I like talk, but I don’t like your talk. Follow that rule and we’ll all get along fine."<br/><br/>“Oh, and one more thing. Even with you new recruits, we’re still short-handed, and I aim to keep what crew I have. There’ll be a keelhaulin’ for anyone caught killin’ anyone. Mr. Plugg! If you’d be so kind as to make pirates out of these landlubbers, it’ll save me having to put them in the sweatbox for a year and a day before I make pies out of ’em.”</strong><br/><br/>At the end of his speech, the captain walked away, leaving behind the man with the cat-o’-nine-tails. He looked down at the impressed captives and smiled unpleasantly.<br/><br/><strong>"First, I need a new cook's mate. Any of you know how to cook?"</strong>