Scowling as he's tossed the mop, Seabeard is almost happy to hear the sound of cannons and the shouts of panic among the High Elves. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to center himself, lest he do something he regrets.

I'll give ye sommat te panic abo't he thinks to himself, darkly, before resigning himself once more to his life of subservience and mistreatment at the hands of the elves. He looks down to begin mopping and notes with some surprise that he's no longer in the galley, but instead is sprinting towards the brig.  Towards his satchel. 

He doesn't have much in the way of personal possessions -- the elves made sure of that -- but what he does have he holds more valuable than his own life. A letter of introduction to the Dwarven Academy of Alemakers, written by Delvin Stoutstout himself, whose legendary signature stout is renowned across the Hammer Coast for being at least slightly more intoxicating than is strictly necessary, even by dwarven standards. 

He'd been on his way there, eager to train under such masters as Ol' Inda Pailale, when these <incoherent dwarven cursing> Highlanders had accepted his coin, promised him passage, and consigned him to slavery for the last 3 years. 

He retrieves the inconspicuous waxed wooden box he keeps the letter in, steals a nearby handisack, runs to the armory, which is unguarded at the moment due to the troubles abovedeck, and surveys the offerings that haven't already been claimed. 

Best to stay inconspicuous, he thinks to himself, so that even if they see me armed they think I'm trying to help them defend this stupid ship.

A few moments later, Seabeard leaves the armory with a modest armament of one pike, two handaxes, and four javelins, grinning from ear to ear.
 

Chibas... lowered her gaze downwards to the dwarf, with her brow cocked in a manner that wasn't condescending, so much as amused and curious over the dwarf's appearance. During her rummaging, she happened upon a note. And something told her... "... you wouldn't be Seabeard, would you?" The cleric offered forward the note for his own perusal.

"Help a woman of the gods find her belongings, yes? Good fortune follows those that aid the servants of the Maiden of Liberty. Or in the least, they find foes with fewer teeth around them when they get me a proper club and armor."

Pete reloads again, grumbling.  "This shot had better do it because I ain't doin' this again!"  He fires, and the mast breaks.  "Ha!  See, just have to know how to talk to things."

Lrz flips from Blood's ship rail to the Highlander's. he draws his rapier and plunges at the first badie he see. "I guess we gotta get a lil dirty now...and i finally just got dry from my last wash.." Lrz says under his breath.

Chibas held onto the stair railing hard as the boat rocked back and forth. "Who the HELLS is hitting the bloody ship? Oh they better not sink the damned thing before I get to the deck." As the door busts down to unveil a dwarf and a exceptionally agitated islander woman, her brow crooks at seeing the top deck entirely ready for action.

The woman draws a single gold coin and shakes her head with a condescending look on. "Rude. Allow me to be charitable." A quick flick of the thumb, and the coin goes sailing upwards to turn into a golden layer of dust, which quickly drapes over Chibas and Seabeard. She draws her shield and club.

Bless on Seabeard and Chibas.