Is it so much to ask for some peace and quiet with nature? Melgar's (the bard) gone and managed to inherit himself a pirate ship. Don't ask how. Anyway, adventure awaits on the high seas, yarr!
We found a large supply of tar in the ship's hold, along with 500 pigeons. The gnome had not seen tar before and ate a handful before we could stop him. His inhuman bowels are removing the toxin at high velocity. Flyboy (the ranger with a hang glider obsession) has devised a way to use this to power the ship. I feel little sorrow for the simpleton as he is tied to the stern, but propulsion produced by this violent reaction is incredible.
A few minutes later, our small ship had traveled a distance that may have taken all day in the slight breeze.
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