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Martin's strategy works out, he does capture the crew's attention. As they approach, an angry voice calls out to them: "Where do ya keep your heads, mates? D'ya wanna send the town on our necks?"

(I apologize for my crude attempt at dialect, but I thought this better than standard English anyway)

It's lucky that the larger boat has two half-elves on it, human night vision would not be sufficient to really make out the ship. They can't see the small boat with Martin, Reller and Searos and so have to guess when they might come after signaling. They would have to approach cautiously and wait in a position slightly set off to be able to see the smaller boat, hopefully without being seen from the ship with human eyes.

"We wait a few more moments, then move the boat slowly towards the ship." Brax suggests as she reaches her symbol.

"Let us see.." She says after five minutes, "Korlat, show me the future... What will happen?" She asks, casting Foresight.

(She is using the spell to see what happens when they row out, if they small boat has docked in her vision, she knows its safe.)

Reller says in a soft voice. "Let us hope that it does not involve ship to ship weapons."

"Doubt it - we are still one big happy gang at the moment," Martin replies, equally quietly. "If we weren't, he wouldn't have said 'our necks,' and they probably would have shot us without warning. But hood the lamp anyway."

Then, in a loud, clear voice: "Bah! Those sheep in town are in their nightclothes already. And them that are out of their nightclothes are too busy shagging to pay attention to lights on the bay. Toss us a line, will ya?"

Searos sits there and mutters "Wish I was shagging right now..."

Brax sees in her vision that the boat with Martin, Reller and Searos approaches the ship without being challenged.

How do you in the larger boat plan to get onto the ship? It is securely anchored with both the starboard and port anchors, the main deck rail is 9 feet above the waterline.

(For the sake of synchronity, I will not post the response of the ship to Martin's request yet.)

Reller reaches out to secure the other oar if the others wish to secure the boat. He's quiet as possible about it.

"Pellor has shown me they will have encountered the other vessel, when we sail out, they are anchored at both ends." Giving Gunter and Vee a smile she taps the deck softly, "Perhaps we could arrive by the stern, and Vee and I can climb the anchor line? When we are onboard, we will throw a rope down to you all, and you can board at the same time, should be quieter that way." She suggests, looking at the group for a reply.

Gunter nods in the darkness.

"That sounds like a fair plan to me. Just remember that when we get on board to not get separated. We don't know how many men they have aboard and things could get interesting very quickly."

"I do not intend to stray too far, and Vee will be with me." She winks, knowing that isn't what he meant. "But yes, we should not get separated."

Krtk tugs at Brax's sleeve, and his brother points first to himself, then to the anchor chain, miming to climb up.

"Khgh." Brax agrees stating 'Yes' in Gnoll, tapping her own chest, then Vee's, "We go, then you." She agrees and looks to Gunter.

There seems to be some discussion on deck of the ship, but in the end, a rope ladder is lowered down the starboard side to the small boat. "Come up an' show ya faces" the group is told.

On the port side, Brax and Vee can climb up the anchor chain. (1d100 from both of you, please).

Braxs climb check 1d100=4

Martin swarms up the rope ladder and like a monkey, rolling over the rail onto his feet and into a casual stroll across the deck (all the while keeping near the rail he came over, to keep the sailors looking in the desired direction) as if it were no big deal (Tumbling NWP check: 1d20-1=11). He needs all eyes and ears to be in him for the next few minutes. Or at least on him, Searos and Reller. The others need time to approach, tie up, and get aboard.
"So, this is it, eh? Not much of a vessel, I must say. Actually, I might be inclined to go so far as to say: 'What a piece of junk,' were I not supremely certain one of you lot would come up with something like: 'She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts,' and I'd just as soon avoid all of that.
"Now, which one of you ladies is in charge? Come on, speak up, I'm going to find out eventually. I ask because the big guy in town is unhappy, and you know what they say about the inevitable trajectory of fecal matter in high places, neh?"