Bhrigu had thought that staying on the ship he would be able to avoid the exertion of capturing the guard tower, and thus focus on and contemplate about how to prepare himself for the quite terrifying mission of boarding a ship full of vampirates and who knows what other abominations. However, all his plans were to come to naught as a din and a low grumble that originated in the ship's hold turned into a proper suckers as the ship's doctor, and subsequently the cook too, appeared on the deck, oozing green goo and exhibiting undead pallor and braindead demeanour.

" Shiver me timbers! Hey, ye carousing scallywag, that knife could have hurt someone, can't ye see?" while Bhrigu's exclamation was apt, his question was grossly inappropriate since ye cannot really expect much sense from a zombie cook who has thrown a sharp knife at you and is now climbing the mast with a sharper tachi in his hand apparently with the intention to attack Cap'n Rummyfangs. "Perhaps he be angry at how Captain Baldbeard's cudgel has relieved the zombified doctor of the weight of half of his brain" Bhrigu thought. It was normal to be this flared up when your fellow undeadd is being tied up with ropes by the crew and you are under the strict control of a dark and nefarious power. However, thankfully, this tricky situation was soon solved as the crew present on the ship worked together to take out the menaces. The dwarven sharpshooter was going to be a great support during their raid on the enemy ship, as he had already proved his skills by pinning the zombie doctor initially, thus opening a window for others to take care of the business at hand. After both the scoundrels were taken care of, Bhrigu washed his hands and his trusty sabre carefully with seawater and a little piece of soap the he had carried in his pocket from the inn he was staying in at the port.

"Cor blimy, what has happened to ye Rummyfangs? " asked he to his fellow crewmate as the felinoid Captains shiny appearance had taken a turn towards a dark and livid hue. "Is that thing contagious !" Bhrigu shuddered for a moment before realizing it was the result of the magical madness of the laundry rags of transformation. Cap'n Rummyfangs was surely to return to his normal self with the ships transformative and restorative powers and Admiral Polly's assistance, he was sure. What disturbed our bewildered bard more was the source of the contagion, as discovered by Captain Baldbeard and Larissa, being the growth of a strange colony of mushrooms inside the hold of the ship. " Me sure hope that the crazed cook did not put any of that stuff into our food, good thing we have got Argy to take care of the the culinary aspect of a long voyage."


By now the crew who had gone to take care of the tower had returned to the ship, and preparations were on for boarding the enemy ship and claim the loot for which they had come to this harbour. Bhrigu was content to see that Pugwash and Queen Origi hand shown interest in the Holy Water Inked Fliers. He, especially, found the idea to wrap the fliers around the crossbow bolts to be really ingenious. He held the couple of fliers he had with himself and began to wonder how he would be able to use them. The crew, under the instructions of the admiral, was deciding how to board the ship. He reached into pocket of his coat and felt that the magnifying glass he uses to read what just learning and eyes fails to was there with him. He felt his sabre's hilt cold to the touch but reassuring and the friendly squid tentacles of his Cat Bracer wriggled as they sensed the tension in the air.

"Me, naturally, be neither a good swimmer nor an acrobat, would rather prefer to board the ship via the boarding planks." Bhrigu said as the ship grew closer to the ghastly galley, and a strange chill seemed to descend on their psyche.