[Nogrod]

Caranlodien was having a nasty feeling that she would be the one tonight. But then again, what reason to live had a bartender when all that could have been tended was lost? And what about this ship of terrors: could someone call this living anyway? She frowned as she descended to the hold, cursing Glirdan and feeling sorry for him at the same time. But even as she wasn’t so much afraid of death as such in these circumstances, she was a bit worried about whether it would hurt. Had he left just one barrel... and I could get really drunk, reeally drunk. Then I wouldn’t feel anything.

She took a look around the hold. Alas! There was one small barrel still left! But to her disappointment she had to settle with quite an empty one. Who cares! Little is better than nothing, she thought and took a considerable draught straight from the barrel. Let them come, let them come...

And surely Caran was right. The wolves came. Caran was sitting in the corner of the hold with the almost empty rum-barrel in her arms as they slowly approached, their wild eyes gleaming and their breath stinking incomprehensibly foul for yards away.

“Wethinks you were talking in the evening that you wished for a Sherlok Holmes-ish process of elimination concerning the females on board. You remember that?” asked the biggest one of the wolves.

“W-w-ell, ye-s”, Caran managed to mumble. She had expected them to come, she had prepared herself to this all night. Nonetheless, she fas terrified of the hairy monsters presence. Not to say that she was totally perplexed by the biggest wolf’s question.

“We love to fulfill people’s wishes”, grinned the smallest one, revealing her terribly sharp teeth.

“You will just have to deduct what it means that we will grant you a Sherlok Holmes-ish process of elimination of females”, hissed the third one, staring unrelentlessly to Caran in the eye.

“But, but there’s only me and you here!” Caran exclaimed panickingly.

“Bingo!” howled the smallest one. “You made the first! Of the females you are the one to be eliminated tonight”, it added triumphantly.

“Promising student” the third one commented, accompanying the smallest one.

Suddenly the biggest one grasped Caran from her hair and yanked her up with brutal force. It roared to her ear: “You listen carefully!” Simultaneosly it threw Caran against the wall. Caran thought flashingly that she had broken at least a couple of bones. The pain was just excruciating. The biggest wolf took a step towards her. “You see the barrel there. You will be in it soon.” It said and picked the rum-barrel, holding it before her painstricken eyes.

“So how you will fit into that small barrell?” asked the smallest one who had sneaked beside the biggest one. “There’s some inferences to make”, it grinned maliciously.

“Remember you have two left, the process and the elimination”, called the third, hoisting a mincing machine it had picked from the shelf. “Here’s a hint for you!” it almost laughed it’s last words.

The mincing machine was just too much for Caran and she fainted.

“Bad stock these youngsters today” commented the the biggest one frowning.

“Yeah, can’t stand everyday household utensils”, grimaced the smallest one.

“And fear simple inferences too”, the third one was already laughing out openly.

“Allright. Let’s cut the crap and do something”, said the biggest one and threw the barrel to the smallest one. It cut Caran’s throat with it’s fangs and then poured all her blood carefully in to the barrel the smallest one had opened. The third one came with the mincer and then they minced the rest of her.

“Processing...”, grinned the third one while they minced her.

“Eliminating...”, smiled the smallest one as they threw the rest that could not be fitted into the barrel to the sea.

In the morning the passengers found Caran missing, but there was no body anywhere either.

But there was a small rum-barrel on the deck. Taliesin seemed delighted with the sight and ran to it: “Look, Glirdan didn’t drink it all! Maybe we should take a sip each and think about this afterwards.” He took the barrel and opened the cork and immediately felt the smell coming from it turning his bowels upside down. “I guess I’ve found her” he mumbled and dropped the barrel. He threw up before reaching the railing...

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Captain Cailín's Log (revisited)

Never drink rum, children. It's very bad for you.

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~The dead ~
Nogrod – sub-mod, ripped into pieces of flesh and bones by the werewolves on Night1
Cailín – mod, forced to walk the plank at the end of Night1/ the beginning of Day1
Nilpaurion Felagund – ranger, lynched himself at the end of Day1
Eomer of the Rohirrim – ordinary passenger, replaced the main topmast during Night2
Lhunardawen - ordinary passenger, overcame her seasickness by force at the end of Day2.
JennyHallu - Hunter
Formendacil - ordinary passenger
Mormegil - ordinary passenger, found fault in the ship's structure at the end of Day3
Holbytlass - Seer, killed by the wolves during Night 4
Diamond18 - ordinary passenger, brutally devoured by Screaming Eels
Rune Son of Bjarne - Wolf, pierced by Durelin's dagger at the end of Day 4
Findëasëa - ordinary passenger, ripped in pieces in shower during Night5
Glirdan - ordinary passenger, struck down by liquor at the end of Day 5
Caranlondien - ordinary passenger, poured and minced into a barrell of rum during Night6

~The living ~
Durelin -- eye-borrowing Jounin instructor
Kath -- plotting slave
Lalaith -- Football Widow
Firefoot -- wandering traveller with a dog that dislikes pirates

Gurthang -- Plank Operator
Taliesin -- criminal who was set adrift
Saucepan Man -- Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Potboiler
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel)
Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short)


Day6 starts now. Carpe diem!