No doubt overconfident in how they had managed to deal with the ship captain, the three men took a great deal of time to examine ever piece of item that was within the crates. Not just those on the dock still, but also those that were still atop the ship. As they ascended up to inspect the goods there, that was when Vyra made her move. Approaching the ship, many of the contents of the smuggling group all laid about for her or anyone else to simply take, she noticed multiple strips of rope that were laid about, often used to keep the cargo from shifting in position whilst the ship was moving. That there were so much laying around, she found herself wondering something.
Being careful, she ascended up the ship as well, fortunate in that the men were completely and utterly obsessed with some of the goods that were within the now-open crates. Also though, much more to Vyra’s happiness, were many ropes and partial lashes that were wrapped upon themselves laying on the ground, the remnants of them having been lazy with moving the crates. It was perfect honestly and it gave Vyra a brilliant idea. Multiple heavy crates lined the outer rim of the ship’s upper layer; enough force, even to what Vyra could muster, would be enough to cause them to fall overboard. If someone, such as Vyra, were to put those ropes within the crates and turn them into convenient harnesses or leg traps, something that were easy enough to do with the men equally as distracted and otherwise focused on the goods as they were, then she could have pushed a crate or two, causing it to fall to the depths of the sea, taking the men with them.
Feeling no serious sense of urgency given how lazily the men were handling the goods, preferring to go through the goods, which from the crate that they were looking at, happened to have been a large cask of some sort of alcohol, likely wine or a very strong mead, based on the smell of what spilled out onto the ship’s deck. Vyra opted to create a rather large rope, one that would be able to keep all of them entangled, but she needed a way to execute such an idea, and an idea came to her, albeit a foolish one.
With her little rope harness finished, she approached the men, hoping that they had drank enough fast enough to not ask any questions, namely why she was even on the ship. She gave not a single a chance to speak before she handed one of them the rope, getting onto her knees as she wrapped the harness around the man’s belt. Interpreting this as something else entirely, one of the men approached her, to which she did the same process, also wrapping a part of the rope around the man’s belt. She repeated the process with the third person and as she gave them an exotic look, she made her way towards the heavy crate, the contents of several full casks, still within it. Flashing them a seductive smile, she began to perform the beginnings of an exotic dance in order to draw them into a false sense of safety before pushing the crate into the water, sending all three men into it just behind.
Their screams echoed through the dock as they quickly disappeared beneath the water, still stuck to the crate as it began to descend to the sea floor, almost certainly taking their lives with them. She gave them a final look, making sure there were no bubbles rising to the surface, indicative of any sort of effort they may be making to get away. After a minute of watching, she looked through one of the open crates, pulling out a handful of small, but valuable gemstones, and then one of the few bottles of valuable mead that were still on the deck and casually made her way off of the ship, satisfied with what she had done.
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