Amongst the Skulls and Shackles - A Pathfinder Campaign

Secret ingredients!

2 Sarenith 4713 A.R. (Day 2)


“Mr. Fishguts!”
Moyra shook the corpulent cook trying to wake him. Unfortunately, the cooking sherry was winning that fight. Ambrose snuffled and pulled away, turning over on a pillow of flour sacks and cuddling up against a chicken.
Moyra looked around the cramped but chaotic kitchen and took it all in.
The galley holds two wooden worktables, several wooden cupboards, and two small stoves against the port wall, as well as virtually every cooking utensil imaginable and a frightening array of meat cleavers. A score of chickens and three goats wander freely throughout the
chamber; the goats are meant to be caged, but have a distressing tendency to escape their bonds. The kitchen is a madness of dirt, food, and knives, and finding anything in here requires effort. The stoves are perpetually lit, and large cauldrons bubble away atop them all times. A huge array of spices mingle with barrels of rainwater, two tuns of rum, cupboards full of ship’s biscuit and salted beef, barrels of sauerkraut, and a small supply of fresh vegetables picked up in Port Peril.
Moyra thought she’d put forth that effort. After an hour or so of searching, her efforts produced the following spoils:

A masterwork dagger being used as a butcher’s knife, a pair of handaxes used as meat cleavers, a vial of holy water, a good lock hanging unused off a pantry cupboard, 2 pounds of soap, four waterskins, a barrel of poor wine, six bottles of good Chelish brandy worth 20 gp each, three bottles of magnificent rum worth 12 gp each, a large cookbook worth 125 gp (using the tome while cooking grants a +1 circumstance bonus on Profession [cook] checks), a prosthetic leg made of wood and edged with a silver band worth 45 gp, and 12 sp fallen behind a cupboard. In addition, a trio of harpoons, a spear, and a grappling hook that sparkles in the right light are hanging on the walls. One other item of interest was also found…

Later, while Jag approached the soup pot to get his nightly rations, Moyra slipped the orc a small vial with his hard tack. Jag raised one eyebrow,
“What dis?”
Moyra smiled and pointed in the direction of the quartermaster. I overheard your inquiry to the Quartermaster. I thought this might help."
Jag couldn’t really read the label on the vial, but as it was explained later, it said ‘Elixir of Love’.


Moyra hadn’t expected such a nice collection of goods to be hidden among the muck of the galley. She could barely begin to think of what to do with all of it. She certainly couldn’t stow it all. Fishguts seemed absent minded, but the fact that the man had survived thus far aboard the ship must indicate some spark of intelligence. Or the gods’ luck. She would have to ask him to borrow the cook book to keep her from getting on the crews’ bad side with her rudimentary cullinary skills. But, there were other games to play for now. She knicked and pocketed the lock before going to find Grok. Moyra approached her fellow half-orc with a wry grin, “I saw you making eyes the other night at that burly orc,” she teased. Before Grok could reply, she went on, “No sense arguing. This ship is too small to be very picky and new blood is always exciting, hmm? I found some brandy amongst Fishguts stores…Surely he can’t miss one measly bottle. He’d just assumed he had drank it. What do you say I trade it to you for a favor at a later time? There are some other goods there, too, but lets not rush things, hmmm?” she informed with a toothy grin and a wink.

Secret ingredients!

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