One didn't need to be an oracle like Erkos to know that hammocks were not an ideal thing for someone who stood over eight feet tall including antlers. FIrst, none of the hammocks here fit him, second he'd managed to cause the person sleeping above him great discomfort when he got up, knocking them from their slumber with an accidental headbutt. This was followed by Erkos' antlers getting wrapped in the hammock and destroying it in his attempt to free himself.
Stumbling up on deck as he removed the last of the stupid thing from his antlers he looked around. He did not wish to be swabbing again today so slowly sauntered up to Plugg. The man's stench made him want to gag, he'd obviously never heard of bathing, or oral hygiene. Erkos addressed the officer, his tone businesslike. "The man who got sick, as well as the halfling who was sick last night has led me to believe that your water isn't fresh enough. Unless you want more sick people on this ship, I think it would be best if I use the magics that Lady Besmara has given me to fill with water."
Erkos' bicoloured eyes met Plugg's muddy ones and as the tiefling stared, he could almost feel a battle of wills before Plugg looked away and told Erkos to hurry up and get to it. The tiefling grinned and jogged into the kitchen. Upon entering, the first person he saw was a rather plump drunk human, who had a small fluffy chicken on his head.
"Plugg sent me down to get the water." Erkos said. "Well change." he added, distracted by the adorable fluffy bird on the man's head. "Just have someone with more muscles than I empty the barrels over the side. Then I'll fill them."
It didn't take long for the barrels to come back and Erkos moved his hands over them, creating water. "It will need to be replaced tomorrow." He said, pleased at an excuse to avoid swabbing. The pirate code said that everyone had to do their fair share of work. It didn't say that all had to be the same work. He would be better off helping in here.
Then a whistle sounded and there was news, of a keelhauling to happen. Erkos slowly went up on deck. This wasn't something he was most comfortable with. However, it would help tell about what was going on on this ship. He found himself standing by Sandara, glancing down at the buxom redhead and giving her a friendly grin. His gaze became more serious as he turned back to the proceedings, the looks in the eyes of both Plugg and Scourge made Erkos feel sick to his belly. Slowly his tail swayed back and forth as he looked back to Sandara.
The man who was accused was sickly looking, and Erkos had to hold himself in place, even though every instinct was screaming at him to go help. It would help no one and only end in a whipping for Erkos. Or worse.
The man was intimidated into confessing, Erkos wasn't even sure if what was said was true or not. Stealing, from the quartermaster. Stealing from your fellow crewmates normally led to a whipping and being put ashore. Even if it was from the quartermaster, it still didn't warrant a keelhauling. Maybe a branding on top of that whipping, or losing the hand, or both. But not risking a man's life. This was needless torture. The oracle bore his elongated canines and snarled silently, his wings stirring up small air currents as he glared at what was happening.
He felt a soft hand on his arm, bringing him back to reality and nodded to Sandara who had broken him out of his bubbling anger. He turned back to watching the proceedings with a somber gaze, even while others around him broke out into jeers. The poor unfortunate was tossed overboard, and his scream cut short. It didn't take long for his limp, obviously dead body to appear on the other side. Blood poured from the back, where all skin had been ripped off and Erkos could see sharks following the boat.
"What a waste." He murmured, turning away to get back to work. "Just to show off how big and nasty they are." Rage simmered in his eyes and he headed back down to the kitchen to help some more.