When a torrent of Star Plums smacks the party directly in the face, they are swiftly caught up in the latest mishaps of eternally unlucky sailor, Piti Ful. Poor Piti risks dismissal by an angry admiral with no sense of humor, unless the party can help her.
"Your ship won't leave for hours yet, so you've found a sunny bench along Portia's white sandstone promenade. You're watching the dockworkers when something wet and heavy splatters across your face. Star plum juice drips from your hair. Above you, a mortified Chib sailor is already scrambling down from a cargo net, apologizing before she even reaches you."
Piti's legendary bad luck has finally caught up with her. Admiral Nosewright has issued an ultimatum: finish an impossible list of chores by noon, or face disciplinary action and even being kicked out of the Portian Confederacy entirely. The crew adores her, but the Admiral's word is law.
Set the scene, describe Piti, have her apologize for spilling plums on the party, then continue:
Storybeats & layout inspired from Down at the Docks by One-Shot Wonders.
"A refreshing morning breeze lifts at tarpaulins, flying them like banners. Dock workers joke with each other, and hawkers sell wares on these white sandstone streets."
The jetty the party were due to embark from is also where the Calypso is docked.
20 large crates of supplies are stacked on the jetty, waiting to be loaded onto the ship.
"Gleaming among the weathered hulls, the Calypso stands out - fresh paint, taut rigging, and not a barnacle in sight."
A rickety plank leads from the dock to the ship's wooden deck. The decks look clean, but still failed the admiral's morning inspection. Barrels of Mana-Fuel are kept on deck to fuel the ship's Spell Engine.
"The smell of Greem's cooking wafts up the stairs, accompanied by her off-key humming."
The party must load all the crates into a supply room adjoining the galley, where Greem is busy cooking. The crew sleep in hammocks, but the captain has his own room with a large bed. There are rodents nesting in the linen closet.
Piti offers the party 100C (her salary for the next voyage) to help her. If she keeps her job, Greem will give each PC Star Plumcakes [Booster Cakes] as thanks.
If the admiral is suitably persuaded via Negotiation, he will reluctantly promote Piti.
If the party inform the Captain of his Bedmunk infestation, he'll nearly cry - a huge, broad Promethean - before saying he'll have to get a new set. He offers the party a Unit of "tarnished" Night Silk, magical material that is still immaculate.