"None of that, Arnes Trescle! We'll have none of your jiggery-pokery on this ship," said a rather tall halfling (just over four foot). His fair hair contrasted with his weathered skin. He wore an oilskin greatcoat and broad-brimmed hat, both black, over a red shirt and brown pants. His boots were worn, but neatly polished. He glared at the gnome.

"Just tryin' to be helpful, Mr. Thistle," the gnome said, looking innocent.

"Oh, shove off or I'll have you kiss the bombard," the halfling said, shooing the gnome away. He looked the newcomers over with an expression of disdain. "So, you're the scouts, are you? I'm Ardro Thistle, second mate. The captain is expecting you. He's in his cabin, door to port under the quarterdeck. Take your gear ." He gestured toward the back of the ship, where there's a raised deck and two doors build under it.