After braving a storm, mermaid prostitutes, cursed men inexplicably seaborne, and doubly trapped brine, our band of adventurers makes it into the sunken ship.
Sometimes you have to nerf the fucking weather into the ground.
Even among mixed company, Krain does all things furiously. Masturbating is no exception.
On the other end of a secret passage, Vin handsomely discovers the inner sanctum of the ship's master.
On a search for answers, Murf finds legendary treasures in an ornate casket. Out of reverence for elven dead, he performs the Black Order's burial rites as fighting breaks out on the other side of the wall.
The dreadful serpent woman hisses through bared fangs from atop a throne of living wood. She wields seven fearsome swords, three of which are knives.
Surrounded by grotesque eelmen and frogmen, Mickey keeps his eyes on the prize and loots the closest chest. As it turns out, it was totally worth it.
Krain wastes no time in ruining the zombies' dinner by standing in their dinner, basking in afterglow and waving a sword as he is wont to do. Malbeca's enthusiasm at finding new opportunities to throw fire briefly betrays her unaffected disposition. No one notices.
Wally plays the graceful host and disinte-greets the serpent lady's guardsmen, who turn to dust from embarrassment on realizing they are under-dressed for the affair. Murf, whose etiquette is insufferable and never suffers, politely demands answers from the womanaconda. She offers no answers, only more questions.
A gargoyle stands watch over a tucked away cache of riches, lit in blue by the ethereal flames of a hearth that burns even in the waters of the ocean's bottom. Murf is short on breath and patience and has no time for games. He locks eyes with the titan unflinchingly, and the titan blinks. Not a word is spoken. The gargoyle vacates its post and ventures to the surface, leaving Murf alone in the blue hallway.
Boil has no patience for the allies of those who would have him cooked and served as dinner, and so he makes short work of the lady on the throne. Nothing beats scissors AND rock.
Few who fight a gargoyle live to tell the tale. Even fewer live who try to reason with them.
The ship creaks. The waters churn. The adventurers scavenge. The mirror beckons.
Sometimes you open a desk drawer and it's full of knockout gas. You never know.