I'm on a boat motherfucker

Ralph awoke with to the sound of a crash, a fitful sleep giving way to the reality of existence in this place; the whip scars, the hunger, the constant nausea, the hard, damp floor.

What was that crash?  It sounded like something large and wooden striking a hard surface with significant force.  What was Captain Scarlet doing now. Huh, what foolish derivative name that fool had picked for himself.  He was clearly no captain anyway, likely just some rich noble boy who's daddy had bought him a boat to mess about on with his friends for sport.

Well, what a sport he'd picked for himself.  He probably told all the whores he shelled out coin for that he was a great hunter of pirates.  Maybe they even believed him.  I bet he didn't mention what he did with the 'pirates' he captured - the torture, the forced fights to the death, the other things Lobar didn't want to think about but the screams from which echoed through this ruin at strange times. Was he doing it to gain favour from some hideous profane god, or was the man just some kind of freak who took pleasure in these things?  Ralph didn't know, and it didn't really matter.

Another crash came from somewhere in the ruin, followed by screams. What was he doing now?  He saw movement and from out of the darkness appeared a figure - a halfling man wearing a stupidly ostentatious hat.  Just like one of scarlet's men. "Right worm maggot, you're next!" he...bellowed?  There was something strange about that voice. Ralph didn't know many halflings, but he was pretty sure their voices didn't sound that...musical.  And that hat...?

"Get ready," the halfling squeaked "you're leaving!"  Ralph was about to ask when his thinking was interrupted by a minotaur charging out of the darkness.  A minotaur in a shiny silver breastplate holding a mighty sword.  It smashed into the bars of Ralph's crude cell, smashing them to the ground. As they fell a mighty laugh erupted from the monster.  "Last one, ahahahaha!"

With that the minotaur's form rippled and it was replaced with a woman.  The colour of her skin gave her away as a native of the sand jungles, though the colour of her eyes was strangely out of place, and her right arm...emerging from the padding on the edge of her breastplate her fight arm looked grotesquely swollen and was sickly white, in bizzare counterpoint to the rest of her skin.  She was wearing a black leather glove on her right hand, but with bare arms it hid nothing.

Somewhere behind her Ralph noticed other people, some of his fellow captives, gingerly following the woman and her halfling companion. "Ok, going now."  The woman said "That man in the red coat dead.  His coat was dumb, deserved to die for that, as well as doing stuff to you."  She laughed at her own joke, then kept laughing. She gaffawed at her not particular funny joke for a good 15 seconds before straightening up. "Ok, so let's move."  "I'll stop this act now."  Said the halfing, and faded from existence, in the moment before she vanished Ralph thought he saw a tiny woman with butterfly wings take her place.

"What's happening?"  Said one of the newly released captives.  "You free now," said the woman " we killed scarlet, but if you want, would be nice for you to come with us."  "Come with you?"  said Ralph.  "What do you want with us?".  "Sailors."  Said the woman.  "Me and Erika here"  she gestured vaguely in the air "bought ourselves a big nice ship, but didn't think about how we need a bunch o folk to sail it for us until after."  Another mad laugh emerged.  "Anyway, we need something to move things between the land and this island we have.  We don't really have money to pay, but we give you food and rum and place to live."

It was certainly an offer...