"Sorry for not listening," The Captain said, though it was said so casually he knew she wasn't actually apologizing. Not that he was expecting it, anyway. 

"I might be a thief, but I'm an honest thief." He said with little satisfaction. He had the uncomfortable feeling that he was in a story, and he was nearing the end of the novel. Just around the time the entire band of pirates was eaten alive by the amphibious creatures below in some dark ritual to their heathen god. From this vantage point, he could see the beasts far more clearly now, though they were still quite far away. 

Their heads and necks were serpentine, though it was difficult to tell if they resembled eels or some snake-like barracuda. The sinuous neck was connected to a crab-like carapace, and Galt could not tell if that was some armor they had made, or a soft shell that grew naturally on their forms. Their legs were missing, instead their large bodies were propelled by massive tails, but their arms and hands were undeniably humanoid, albeit reptilian and with four fingers instead of five, at least if Galt's eyes did not deceive him.

"We need to find the men," Galt concluded, seeing at least forty of the creatures either patrolling or... he did not know. Some congregated in small groups and conversed or chanting, it was impossible to tell. 

Jess grabbed his shirt with a strong hand and pulled him down to her level by the collar, their noses touching as she glared at him. "Shut up." She said, and then pushed him away, turning to make her way over to the trail that led down the mountainside, pronouncing: "We need to find the men."  

The feeling to push her off the cliff crept in his mind, but he quelled the urge and followed her. "Yes, Captain."