The man coughed up water mixed with blood, eyes glazed from the loss of so much bodily fluid. One of the sailors kept him upright by Cyrdic's request, and the soldier bent down to examine the wound. He was no physician, but he'd seen arrow wounds before. "Hold still, man." Cyrdic told him. "We'll get you back to the boat." 

With that, he ordered the younger sailors to row back, and he told Camilla to keep a lookout for any other live ones as they returned to the [i]Imperial Pride[/i]. Cyrdic lifted the man over his shoulder to hand to the sailors aboard. He knew if they could clean the wound and keep him from losing too much blood, he'd live. "Hold..." the injured man croaked weakly. Cyrdic and the sailors halted for a moment. "Pirates ahead...hit us from the trees...and the water. Thought they were a merchant ship...My Brumhilda...where is she?" 

He passed out as they carried him below decks. Cyrdic reached down to grip Camilla's hand, helping her onto the deck just as they were making landfall on the southern side of the Talabec. He patted her shoulder somberly.

"Sigmar's fucking hammer," Schmitt said. "Make all of the precautions you can, and brigands will not only ruin the trip, but slaughter good imperial men and women." 

The Dwarf cook muttered something in Khazalid, his burly arms crossed as he watched the scene before them. His brown beard was intricately braided, his hair long at the back. "The ship needs some repairs anyway, Cap'n. Nothing too much, but she's long overdue for some basic look overs. That and the sudden stop unhooked a few of the finer linings." 

"We'll need men to clear out the blockade, Cap'n," a sailor said from atop the main mast. 

"And we won't go no further unless we're sure'n its safe, right Cap'n?" another said. 

"I'm not Sigmar man! Give me a minute to think here..."
[@Penny]