Day 1 / Night 1:
Final votes:
ketchum -6- indirik(53), perth(69), d'espana(103), penchant (105), telrunya (106), sonya (107)
d'espana -2- lefanis (80), ross (96), zakilevo(104)
slapsticks -1- fury(60)
perth -1- ketchum(73)
ross -1- velax(98)
indirik -1- ?
no vote - slapsticks*, cren*
The sailors scour the Captain's quarters, searching for any clue that might help them understand the identity of the killer. But there are no clues to be found. They turn their attention to the trunk, and briefly discuss pitching it into the sea, before their discussion turns to accusations of murder and treachery as the storm darkens the sky and rain pelts the ship.
They vote among themselves, and though it is a close vote, eventually they select Ketchum. His hands and feet are bound, and he is lifted by his fellow sailors and pitched over the side of the ship. He splashes into the salty water, holding his breath, and immediately kicking to the surface. His head breaks the water as the ship glides past and away. The sea - whipped by the storm - pitches and rolls. He rides a wave, but another crashes over his head. The faces of his fellow sailors look back over the aft rail as the ship sails on, its sails filled by the wind. Another wave crashes over Ketchum and this time he coughs and chokes before spitting out the water. He is a strong swimmer, but the bindings on his hands and feet are tight, and his struggles and even teeth do nothing to loosen them. Each wave saps his strength, and soon the ship vanishes behind the waves and rolling waters. Even with the bindings, it takes nearly two hours for him to tire, and finally the waves are too much and he slips beneath the water. He fights for the surface, but his limbs just lack the strength. His lungs fill with water and he joins countless other sailors and ships at the bottom of the ocean.
Late that night, after rum is handed out in celebration for their wise choice, most of the sailors are in their bunks below decks. It is mostly quiet, but for the creaking of the ship, and the whistling of the wind. So quiet in fact that when screaming is heard, everyone starts from their slumber and stumbles to the source. And there in his bunk lies Cren. He gasps one last time and then is still, lying in a pool of his own blood. Nearly a dozen stab wounds turn his chest a grisly shade of dark red. But before the crew can mourn, they notice a tiny wooden idol secreted beneath his bunk. Horned and grotesque - it takes only a moment of headscratching before someone shrieks "DAIMON!"
Ketchum, the Lucky(33%) Seer was pitched over the side of the ship.
Cren, the Brutal Recruiter Daimon Worshipper was viciously murdered.
