They want you, They want you, They want you as a new recruit

The long trek to Seawell was nothing compared to this. Having thought that their problems were over after the stern Admiral Flaertes had left them in the hands of the  down-to-earth First Mate Olaf. They couldn't be more wrong. Even the hardiest of the adventurers struggled with the hauling, the climbing, the endless drills and the hot baking sun over Febril Harbour.  The running of this ship was going to be hard work!

Still, Olaf was good company, a veritable encyclopedia about the archipelagos off the furnace coast, and his rather outlandish drinking stories during the all too few breaks were a source of great amusement. 

Less amusing was the company of Vidar, the sergeant in charge of the Marines, a rather quiet man, who only seemed to open his mouth when berating one of his underlings, he nonetheless seemed capable at his job.

The two exhausting days of training  that followed was worth it, though. Being able to actually maneuvre the ship in position to open fire at an anchored dingy seemed a greater achievement than what it actually was. 

The party decided to spend the afternoon sampling the delights of Febril before turning in.