"Hmm... if you want to get your violin back, best you see the quartermaster and try to sweet-talk her into it. She secures shop after evening bells, though, so you'll need to find some time to sneak off work during the day," Sandara suggested to Jarod regarding the retrieval of his violin. She added,  "If you're going to wish me well, though, best go for something more practical like keeping our grog cold and pipes full." She puffed another ring of smoke.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge Religion check result</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(Knowledge Religion check to see if I recognize Besmara: rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 10)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Success! Basic knowledge about Besmara obtained.<br/><br/>Besmara is the goddess of pirates and sea monsters. She doesn’t care about good and evil, only awesum battles and phat loot. Ever fickle, she might offer aid one day only to turn the tables the next for her own entertainment, depending on her current mood. Those who engage in battles with close odds and prevail earn her favour most, while she finds overwhelming odds boring and might even provide some aid to the underdog to liven things up. Her worshipers occasionally throw some treasure overboard as offerings to her.<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>The<em>Wormwood</em>furled sails and stopped for the night, without sufficient crew to sail non-stop. A skeleton watch was posted to alert of any dangers during the hours of darkness while the rest of the crew caught some sleep. The enlisted were crammed together in the lower hold, with hammocks strung between any two solid points available. It was hot, stuffy, and loud with snoring, but they would need to get used to it as they would be sleeping there for the foreseeable future.<br/><br/>Bells woke them in the morning and summoned them to the main deck to report for duty. As cook's mate, Asra was already up, passing around biscuits of hardtack to the sailors for their morning repast.  It was when the catgirl was giving the gnome his share that it happened. One of the pirates, a fat smelly man with a tattoo of some giant tentacle monster on his shaved scalp, quite intentionally slapped Jarod's hand knocking the biscuit to the deck, whereupon he deliberately trod upon it and ground the wafer to crumbs under the weight of his dirty foot.<br/><br/>"Oh, me so, so, so sorry, little man!" He mocked, sounding not sorry at all, "It's an accident, me swear!" He wasn't alone - three other pirates, also human men just as scummy if not quite as rotund, laughed with him and leered at the women. A quick check showed daggers in their belts, sheathed for now.