Captain's Log: Night 3
The death of one of their own had put an end to the evening?s celebrations. The few hours where they could try and forget that they were in a life or death situation were over: now they were back to fearing for their lives.
After
beary509?s body had been lowered overboard, much of the crew simply finished their drinks and either went to bed or back to work. The gunner couldn?t just sit still after he had witnessed this many deaths: both pirates and sailors alike. Someone needed to take action.
With the list of names
beary509 and had given, the gunner saw it as utmost priority to get access to the ship?s records - which led to the approach of the ship?s boatswain and the quarter master.
?Originally the log was kept in the captain?s quarters,? says the quarter master, ?but I moved them to my own shortly after her decease so that the pirates wouldn?t get access to them.?
?Clever thinking,? says the gunner.
The quarter master shakes their head. ?It was the doc?s idea.?
?And where is our friend the doctor anyway??
?On-deck,? says the boatswain, ?someone of superiority needs to keep on eye on those scallywags - else there?d be a massacre.?
The gunner?s rushed with a sense of bitterness as soon as the door opens. The quarter master?s chambers, a square box room with each side equal to the length of a hammock, is miles better than having to share a sleeping area with the sailors.
?Close the door behind you,? says the quarter master.
The room is tidy, with all of the quarter master?s belongings stored in a single bag under the hammock. However, behind it is a a copy of the hardbound ship?s log.
With so little space in the room, the three huddle together uncomfortably around the book as the quarter master tries to find information as to who was assigned to each post. The air becomes humid, between their wet clothes and the heat building within the tiny room.
They cross-reference the names
beary509 had given the gunner. No doubt, whoever shot her had done it for a reason: they must have suspected that she would give the names of the people she had been working with under
Trundle to the senior officer.
?Do you know any of these people?? the gunner asks them.
?Yes,? says the boatswain, ?I?ve done some investigation on each of them - but this new information means I may need to re-address their defences. None of them mentioned working under
Trundle when questioned.?
?That?s because no one wants to associate themselves with anyone,? comes a voice from behind them, ?it?s a wonder the crew even trusts you three.?
They turn around to see someone stood in the doorway, holding a tray of three glasses.
The quarter master lowers their voice to a whisper. ?Didn?t I ask one of you to shut the door??
?I thought you did it?? the gunner and boatswain ask one another in unison.
?I brought you more rum, sirs,? says the servant, ?to take the edge off.?
The three officers exchange curious glances, before the gunner reaches out for the tray with both hands.
?Thanks,? the gunner says, ?it?s been a long day.?
The cabin attendant closes the door as he leaves, once again leaving the three officers in the small room. The gunner sighs and picks up one of the glasses.
?I really hope you?re not actually planning to drink that,? says the quarter master.
The gunner hesitates. ?Why??
?Our captain was killed through having her drink spiked with pentobarbital,? says the boatswain, ?and just now we came here without announcing our actions to anyone except the surgeon yet, somehow, the cabin boy just now knew not only our whereabouts but also how many of us are here.?
The boatswain points to each of the three glasses in turn.
?So, you?re trying to tell me that??
The gunner?s words are cut off as they hear a distinct click of metal. Immediately the quarter master pushes past the both of them, trying the door. It won?t open.
On the other side of the door,
Dolby walks away spinning the key on his fingers. He hadn?t planned to stick around to eavesdrop a little more on the officers discussion - but it had become too dangerous. He knew it would only be a matter of time before that damned boatswain managed to clear the innocence of the sailors manning the quarterdeck.
He returns to the juniors? mess and pours another drink, mixing it with a strong anaesthetic he had swiped from the infirmary after
Kuma had failed in her mission to acquire the drugs. The rum, served straight, was strong enough to mask the taste of the medicine.
?If you want a job done right you have to do it yourself,?
Dolby mutters to himself, ?goddamn it,
Kuma, why couldn?t you do anything right??
He returns to the deck, minding his step on the slippery surface. The surgeon is on the quarterdeck, no doubt conducting an investigation of his own.
?A drink to take the edge off, sir??
Dolby asks.
?Thanks.? The surgeon, unlike the other officers, doesn?t hesitate to swallow the lethal concoction. Downing it like a shot, he pulls a face after. ?God, that?s strong.?
He slams the glass down on the tray and then returns to instructing the sailors.
Dolby waits, wondering if maybe this one hadn?t been as strong as the pentobarbital: the captain?s heart had stopped before she had even had a chance to finish her rum. Or maybe
Dolby just hadn?t mixed enough in.
?What?re you still doing here, cabin boy? Go on, scram,? says the surgeon.
Dolby?s eyes flicker, trying to think of an excuse to stay. But maybe it would be in his best interests if he left. The other sailors seem much too busy to even notice his presence - and he really wants to see the surgeon suffer after the ruthlessness they had showed so far.
?What did I just tell you?? The surgeon rolls their eyes, then steps back and reaches behind a barrel: from behind they pull out their trusty rifle. ?Or are you waiting around to watch me die??
Dolby?s eyes snap wide open. ?W-what??
?You just tried to poison me, right?? The surgeon smirks when
Dolby breaks eye contact: confirming the accusation as truth. ?You think I?d just leave everything in that cupboard correctly labelled after I know that the pirates have somehow gained access to my supplies??
?I, err, I??
?Everything in the sedatives cabinet has been replaced with weak medicines that would require massive dosages to be lethal,? explains the surgeon, ?from the second bottle that went missing from my supplies during the night, I?m almost certain you just tried to kill me with cough syrup.?
The sailors have abandoned their task, tuning in to watch the commotion. Looking around at their faces,
Dolby realises that there is no chance of him talking his way out of this. He doesn?t even try to form a defence.
Dolby doesn?t fight the crew and, with a rifle pointed at his back, he begrudgingly walks the plank.
Dolby the
Cabin Attendant underestimated the crew?s intelligence.
You have thirty-three and a half hours to submit night actions.
Mafia KP = 1.
I assume River's next?
