<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HuwLLWm.png)</div>Although the swabs were forced to work hard swabbing the decks, at least they got to know the layout of the upper and main decks of the<em>Wormwood</em>after swabbing their way through them by the end of the day. They even picked up some of the terminology from passing sailors and officers, not necessarily out of kindness, but out of necessity to get the newest crew members up to speed as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Through a day's work the swabs gained knowledge of the area as well as an intimidate understanding of scratches and pits in the wooden deck newly polished by them.<br/><br/>A1: Foredeck<br/>A2: Poop deck - from which Mister Plugg tended to the ship's wheel and kept a watchful eye on the riggers throughout the day. Only officers allowed and off limits to enlisted crew without permission from an officer.<br/>A3: Main deck - where Master Scourge supervised the swabs' work for most of the day. Several strands of thick rope secured to the foot of the mainmast make for a whipping post. The ship’s clock, a macabre brass-and-copper object depicting worms writhing through whale corpses, hung from the mast above the whipping post. There were two large hatches in the decks leading to the middle hold below.<br/>A4: Officers' quarters - working crew allowed to enter or pass through if necessary to perform their jobs during the day, otherwise they were to use the hatches to go belowdecks. Hammocks were strung between the bulkheads above the officers' personal lockers. The doors sported locks, and Jarod also noticed that the doors could be booby-trapped with harpoons - not in use right now during the day, perhaps at night. There were doors leading to two more closed and locked compartments, one labelled "Armory" and the other labelled "Laboratory".<br/>A5: Captain's cabin - doors leading inside were locked and strictly forbidden to everyone except the Captain, the cabin girl, and those with the Captain's special permission.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As for Asra, she found her way to the galley which was below the level of the main deck. The ship's cook was one Ambrose Kroop, a fat, dirty man wearing a bloodstained cook's apron who smelled strongly of rum. He was half drunk and certainly needed the help with the more dexterous aspects of preparing the evening meal, keeping Asra busy.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Finally, as the sun descended close to the horizon, the bells on the ship's clock rung out marking an end to the watch and the day's work. "Bloody hour!" was on the lips of the sailors as they gathered on the main deck expectantly. Captain Harrigan showed up once more, taking his place on the poop deck, Mister Plugg beside him. Master Scourge was caressing his lash, positively fondling it, with a creepy expectant smile on his face.<br/><br/>Jarod, Athoros and Asra found themselves flanked and seized by a pair of burly sailors each without warning, who dragged them towards the whipping post set up on the mainmast while the rest of the crew drew back from the space leaving a circle around them. Master Scourge cracked his whip and licked his lips as he eyed each of them in turn.<br/><br/>"Attention!" Mister Plugg called out from the poop deck, his elevated position allowing everyone to easily see him. Only when all eyes were upon him and all lips silent did he continue. "Cap'n Harrigan, these three have transgressed on board your ship and need to be disciplined."<br/><br/>"What are their crimes?" the Captain recited in a bored tone, as though this was a ritual they went through every day.<br/><br/>"Cap'n, these two men disobeyed a direct order from Master Scourge and tried to fight him. Their crimes are insubordination and attacking an officer. The pussy shirked her duties and threatened to spread her indiscipline throughout the ship. She must be taught a lesson."<br/><br/>"Very well. As Captain of the<em>Wormwood</em>, these sailors must be disciplined. Carry on, Mister Plugg."<br/><br/>Mister Plugg looked down at the three to-be-punished crew with an unpleasant smirk on his face. "Your punishment," he yelled, "shall be three strikes of the lash upon the back. Each!"