Tuesday, May 13, 1650
With little going on in the hold, the party whiles away the afternoon and the evening. Most of the residents in the hold either settle down to sleep as the sun sets, not long after evening vespers (18 bells), while many have a great deal of trouble sleeping due to their stomachs and the rolling ship. Vespasiano finds his belly is quite comfortable; Telo and Alonzo, less so. Groans emit from throughout the hold ... clearly one of the merchants is suffering a great deal.
Having lived in a Medieval culture, the players are able to find sleep despite the steady noises; public living is a common experience, and no one in the party is of such high standing as to have never spent weeks or months at a time living in a common room of some kind - a mage apprentices, as boarders in a common house or as young children.
As the sun rises, the ship has covered 96 knots; you can hear the crewmembers above crying out "Dugi Otok! Ho!" The word quickly passes around the hold that it is an island head that the crew is making note of, to identify their location.
The passengers wake up slowly, and the upper hatch is opened to allow the passengers to come out on deck for an hour and eat their breakfast. Only as the passengers begin to rise and come up the stairs is it discovered that the Persian is dead.