Mutiny's End, Part 4

The higher you fly...

"Captain, that's not the entrance to the Hall of Drowned Gold", Bosun Mudrin was reporting in his usual matter of fact tone. "By the dead bodies we found, smugglers were using it as a stash until the Kruleboyz had some fun with them".
"Did the damn orruks leave anything of value?" Gudrun's voice dripped with frustration.
"Not much", replied the bosun. "Some barrels of grog, an old atlas of the Karkino Sea and this sash".
Gudrun took the sash in his hands. It was made of the lightest fyresilk, arcaic sigils embroidered in golden thread along its hem.
"A fine piece, indeed" muttered Gudrun. "Allright, bosun. The grog goes to the crew and that atlas might be of use to Captain Draketooth. I'll keep this", and saying so he wrapped the sash around his waist.
"Ayes, sir! Are we getting back to the Grudgebreaker?"
"Aye! Get the crew moving".

Mudrin and the party carrying the atlas had taken just a few steps out of the cave when barbed harpoons started to fly around them. The Kruleboyz were back.

"Oi! Dat's me loot!" the orruk leader yelled at Gudrun from a rock in front of the entrance to the cave. "You'z not goin' nowhere!"

The orruk leapt forward, skewering Gudrun on his harpoon and knocking him off with his choppa.

Bosun Mudrin engaged another orruk, keeping him away from the atlas, but his grot pet slipped past and finished off a deck hand already peppered by Kruleboyz harpoons.

More orruks burst out of the undergrowth, throwing their harpoons.

At the cave, the crew ganged up on the orruk leader, stopping him from chopping the unconscious Gudrun to pieces.

Mudrin held off the orruk and the grot, but his duardin were falling like flies.

Then he too fell and the Kruleboy stepped forward.

With the captain and bosun down, the Grudgebreakers fired their flares and their mates still on board immediately opened up with the ship's guns. In the smoke of the barrage, the duardin grabbed the wounded and fled, leaving the atlas in the Kruleboyz' hands.

Gudrun was limping up and down the command deck. His wounds were healing slowly. Too sloowly in fact. Surely the working of some damn Kruleboy poison. He'd have dealt with it soon. But now Illyana's orders had come. He stopped and turned to the crew.
"All hands on deck! Full speed ahead for the Maelstrom. We're going to crack ourselves a big grab and take its gold!"
He tightened the knot of his fyresilk sash and grabbed the ship's wheel. As the Grudgebreaker gained speed, the sash flapped against his wounded leg, sending a jolt of pain up his spine. What Gudrun didn't notice was the faint ruddy glow emanating from the embroidered sigils.

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This was the last game I've played during the Animosity weekender and I played it back to back with the previous one, really enjoying how the two narratively fed into each other smoothly.