Well, that situation in Terras did not go well - as we left they even tried to fire cannon at us. Thankfully the crew had me and my wind magic to get us out of there. What would they do without me?
We did a couple of loops of the island before finally escaping off south and away. It was a fairly uneventful journey until we came across a tower in the middle of the sea. Some form of castle that was high enough to not yet be fully submerged. I used my magic - see how useful I am? - to ensure we could all breath and we went and....hrm, what is that polite term for looting? Appropriated goods for the greater cause? Yes. That. Well, we took it. And Sara even found a nice necklace - I guess they are planning on going to a ball.
As we explored further the next day, the loud one found a tomb and called us over to go and explore it - how superb, I thought. A tomb underwater. And I got out my hammer and opened it and, rather unfortunately, the previous tenant was perturbed at our actions and tried to kill us. This was not desired. But he did have a nice glowing sword, and it would be cruel not to provide him with the rest he so deserved. I did try to let the others fight him, but in the end I just had to kill him. He was being difficult. Also the Captain was once again on the floor - I swear, if he sailed as well as he fought we'd all end up 3 leagues inland wondering where it all went wrong.
Then matters took a slightly worse turn when my trusty minion appears. Minus his skin. Now, this is not really on. Minions should keep their skin on at all times, and try not to be dead. Alas. We scuttled back up to the surface and found...well. Some kind of inferior blue people that yelled a lot. I can only assume they are some relative of Carlton's judging from all the yelling. The tentacles of course are a mystery.
After we finally made it up onto the ship - climbing is so undignified for a scurillion in haste - I blasted some of them away to clear the decks a bit. For some reason, and definitely not a reaction to my magic, the large fellow commanding these blue tentacle yelling lot grew much larger. He kept trying to shoot lightning at me - which is also very rude, and so naturally I had to put an end to that. Watching as the Captain, once again, went down in order to save Sara - I naturally knew it was my time to show them what scurillions were made of. So as my compatriots attacked the large one, I slew the last of the little people and then ran in to join up and bash the skull in of the large fellow - once again saving the day. And bringing my tally up to...I believe 15. The worst thing? No pockets to pilfer. Alas. But still we had the gold from below, fewer crew to pay, and now we could finally land and take on new supplies. Maybe a hat. I quite fancy a hat.
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