The Undead Cruiseship - Arguably Still Better Than Carnival

I am so fucking done with the undead. If I never seen another undead horror for the rest of my life, I may just die a happy man. ...Maybe.
 
So we pick up right from where we left off. Having dealt with the thieves and found the Writ of Passage and the promise of 4,000 gold, we decided to pick up what supplies we could from Waterdeep and meet back up at the Gypsy's Fury to embark on our journey. I took it upon myself to seek out a member of the Fury's crew, and thankfully found one, not too far off from the ship itself. Not a talkative man, but he told me what I needed to know. Looks like the trip between here and.. wherever the Fury was going was a 3 day trip. Well, I don't care much for boatfood anyways - you know how sailors can get with their foodstuffs. Better get my own. I picked up roughly 2 weeks of rations, because Lord knows you can't predict what might happens, and honestly I wouldn't put it past the sailor to be lying to me; better safe than sorry. Basically had everything else I needed anyways, so I headed back to the Fury.
 
Upon arriving to the Fury, I presented ourselves to the captain - one Edmund D'Avenir. Interesting fellow. Little eccentric if you ask me, but if you are asking me, I'd say that any man been sailing for longer than 5 years probably is. He confirmed our writ with no questions asked, and told us our cabins were down below on the first level below deck. Dunno what it was called. I'm not a fuckin' sailor. Had sleeping quarters as well as the Galley, and really, that's all I cared about. I could spend 3 days sleepin' easily until we got to our destination. But, 3 days by one's self is awful lonely. Managed to convince Moira to share a room with me, "for safety reasons." None of us thought this all was 100% legit, and if we ended up being attacked, I'd rather the healer be with me. She was hesitant, but didn't object. Lucky me. We stayed in cabin and talked a bit until we decided to nap or so. I think? It was a long day.
 
Little did we know the night would be longer.
 
Apparently a thick mist had rolled in once we were off, and most of us didn't seem to notice or care. It was long after sun down that we first heard the noises. Moira and I had woken already, and were talking over some rations and otherwise getting along proper. Like I said, I don't trust boatfood unless I have to. She seemed to be of the same mind. I don't remember what happened here, I may have been drinking, but someone saw a ghost woman, and Oswald came down from the deck to tell us that the ship was haunted. Lovely. Against my better judgment, but in the spirit of earning my pay, I went with the brats downstairs. Lo and behold, the whole fuckin' crew were undead zombies or some such. Foul things, really. We came across Bori, the cook (what did I say about boatfood?), running from the rest of the zombies. We tried to save him, but apparently our little ghost friend thought it would be a lovely time to possess Moira just then, and she brained the poor sod like I seen a man do to watermelon at a stage show. Funny guy, that. The showman, not Bori. One by one the ghost women tried and possessed us all, luring all the zombies into attacking those what she took over. Through guile and some clever tactics (and a fair bit of emergency healing, mind) we somehow managed to route the zombies and went back up to our rooms, where we barricaded ourselves for the rest of the night. Why the ghost bitch didn't just possess someone and makes them try to leap to their deaths off the boat, I don't know, but I guess that quality of thinking is why evil always triumphs over good. ...or some shit. I don't know. I just repeat what I hear.
 
We ended the first night almost to dusk, and decided to immediately get a full sleep while we could, sure of ourselves (somehow) that we would be undisturbed during the daylight hours. Seems like we were right. We managed to get up for the day around.. 2.. 3pm I'd say, and went to have a talk with Captain D'Avenir. Dodgy fucker basically spilled the beans that the whole boat was cursed, and we had to endure 3 nights of this undead bullshittery, lest we die and join his crew. It was at this point I almost wanted to believe this was actually the man Barbosa I had heard about through stories, as his tale seemed to match up quite well, but in the end I chose to believe D'Avenir's story. We decided then not to deal with two more nights of this shit, and proceeded to the bottom deck where we had been told upon boarding the ship not to go. Clearly something was down there, and fuckall of the Captain knew, because his cursed arse was forced to stay on deck, maintaining the ship. So we marched down to the bottom to deal with the beasties (hopefully) for good. With most of the crew somehow "alive" again, and back to their regular duties on the ship (including Bori, who seemed to remember everything, including getting his brain caved in by the sassy dwarf woman), we found only 8 undead fuckers down below, and the ghost bitch from before back to mess with us. Thankfully, I had heard tell in my travels that people possessed couldn't be possessed again in 24 hours, so all of us were safe... save for the childboy. Having learned some things from the night before, we went back in with a new plan, and a new formation. The 8 zombies basically crumpled pretty quickly, but then a giant undead.. golem thing(?) emerged from some unnatural darkness and begin its attack as well. We were far better skilled this time than the night before, and we worked well in tandem with one another. Putting all of our skills to good use, as well as many coordinated tactics, we ended up defeating the undead creature, and securing clear passage for the next two nights. The ghostly woman didn't bother us again, thankfully. I'm so fucking done with this shit.
 
Overall: 7/10 Would ride again.
Pros: Lavish cabins and Galley (First day only), No other passengers to interrupt trip, Captain D'Avenir.
Cons: Cursed, Undead Crew, whinging woman PMSing through the night, Captain D'Avenir.