The captain eyes you all up and down, clearly gauging your usefulness. After a minute he makes his decision.
"Queen's business, eh?" the captain says. He sighs, and looks you all up and down, clearly gauging your usefulness. "Well, what's good for Scurdaeg is good for me," he says finally. "And asides, I'd rather not risk the wrath of the Iron Queen on my head if I unknowing hindered her business. Very well, ye may come aboard. We've a small crew, my boys get mighty tired sometimes. Would be nice to have a little help this time around. Heading east? Where exactly? We voyage to the far end of the island, making supply runs between here and Bronnstead over there. If we'll get you where you need to go, we need to no where that is, right?"
He leads you on board the ship, talking the whole time. "We're just a little ship, but sturdy," he says. "We're no warship, nor warriors, but we know how to get out of a scrape if we need to. Waters hereabouts ain't as safe as her Royal Majesty would like us to believe. Always some pirates skulking about here or there, not to mention the zeuglodons, malasyneps, and other such baddies. Try to steer clear of them as best we can."
Onboard, you see the ship is equipped with 2 ballistae, one at the bow of the ship, the other at the middle. The stern of the ship is taken up by the sterncastle, in which are the captain's quarters and atop which is the poop deck, where the helm is located.
"Yep, we're a sturdy little ship and crew. Get more use out of those ballistae than I thought we would," the captain says.
He leads you into the sterncastle cabin, where another man is leaning over a table covered in maps and charts. "Owen, our pilot," the captain says. Owen nods curtly. "We're just about ready to set sail, cap'n," Owen says. "Think I've got the course laid out nice, and the boys are done fixin the riggings."
The captain turns back to you and says, "Well, that's it then. Any questions afore we shove off?"