All Bennies are Reset to 3. New Session!<br/><br/><strong>Shark Attack!</strong><br/><br/><em>The Crew let out a heartfelt cheer and the Skiff was off! The name of the boat was</em>Gimme Shelter<em> wich is ironically fitting for the circumstances. Just then Caras one, one of the twins, shouts out "Captain! Wrecked ship off the port bow!"</em><br/><br/><strong>From Book</strong><br/>A few hours along their way, the heroes see  debris on the distant surface of the ocean. A spyglass allows them to see more right away— otherwise they’ll need to sail for 20 minutes or so to discern exactly what the debris is. About a mile away from their current location is a debris field from a frigate. Clinging to a large piece of hull is a scurillian.<br/><br/><strong>Equais</strong><br/>The scurillian is Equias (ee-kwai-us), formerly a super for the Spanish Guild, but now a simple passenger aboard the wrecked frigate. Equias calls for aid the moment he spies the skiff’s sails. If rescued, Equias hands the group a large backpack full of his gear—charts, a thick logbook, pens and inks, and surveyor’s tools. In one of his grasping hands is a short walking stick that doubles as a measuring rod. Once aboard the skiff, the crabman sizes up his rescuers, huffs, then tells the following tale.<br/><br/><em>“Thanks. I think. Your craft might be less safe than that debris I was floating on. One of those big sharks the ugaks summon hit us. Ripped the  hull right out of the Lala’s Pride and sent her to the bottom. The men went down with her. It tried to take a bite out of me too but spit me out. Too tough, I guess.”</em><br/><br/>The crab offers a half-hearted smile and taps his shell. Once the crew gets underway and Equias feels comfortable, he tells the crew just what he was doing aboard Lala’s Pride.<br/><br/><em> “I used to be a super for the Spanish Guild. I got to travel a lot. We scurillians like to measure things, y’know. Facts and figures. That’s us.  So everywhere we went, I began measuring the depth of the water.<br/><br/> Over the course of a few months, I noticed the water level had risen nearly six inches! Numbers don’t lie, so I cashed out my retirement plan, hired a boat, and started cruising around the isles measuring the water depth. I’m sorry to report that Caribdus is still drowning.<br/><br/>My best guess is that the Free Towns as we know them will disappear in three years. Within a decade, the entire world will be underwater and  all surface-life will cease. You can imagine the wars that will be fought over the last few islands in the meantime as well.<br/><br/>If you've got it in your heart to perform some noble quest to stop it, I’m afraid I can’t help you. I don’t know why this is happening or how to stop it. My best guess is that our assumption that the Sea Hags’ flood was over was wrong. Perhaps it has just slowed to a steady drip. I had thought about asking Tressa the Red about this matter, but I have no means of navigating the Gullet, and am not sure she’ll want to share anything she knows anyway. You know how those damnable mages are with all their secrets and shenanigans.”</em>