Shekra's report to Cpt. Ironhook, 7th day of our Intrepid Voyage.
Here's the butcher's bill, Captain. This is the most bloodsoaked document I've written since my initiation ritual. I had to do an essay on stargazing and seer stones right after the practical exam of sacrificing a family of ravens to Vulpuz, Lord of Hellgates. I hope you appreciate the effort it takes to read the future!
Of the threescore and four souls aboard Greenshroud, seven have perished at the paws of the foebeasts during the ambush. The attack came when the crew were towing the Greenshroud onto land using ropes. Their wounds were mostly the result of sling stones aimed at the head, causing impact fractures. On the positive side, I was able to confirm three of them actually did possess brains, whereas we had previously assumed them so stupid as to have none at all.
Twenty-eight souls reported injured after the skirmish, though I believe more are experiencing fatigue from mental as well as physical duress. If I start using words too big for you, captain, please refer to the Mossflower 1st Edition Dictionary you're currently using as a doorstop.
Most injuries were from stones striking paws, arms, and so on. A few patients reported they had been kicked in the chest or stomach by the rabbits. In my opinion, their stomachs will recover. Their dignity, however, will not.
If I might be so bold, captain, we are corsairs. We fear no raging tides, no monsters of the deep, we bow to no landlubber and we certainly do not get trounced by a group of fat rabbits wearing monocles. Why do I have to deal with twenty eight blubbering yellow-bellied cowards whining about how much it stings getting hit by a stone?
The biggest coward of all is First Mate Mowlag. I usually don't point claws and lay blame, but it seems to me our losses are his fault. He was in charge of towing out the ship. He had no sentries on guard, despite Bosun Jiboree warning us about the rabbit settlement nearby.
When the attack began, Mowlag was seen hiding at the rear of the action. He should have led from the front and shown those rabbits what corsairs are made of. They should think us made of steel, not seaweed! Mowlag hung back like a wet blanket. He should be punished.
I have some good news, though, captain. Jiboree and Wigsul dragged one of the dead rabbits aboard. It's a fat one, fresh and tender. I suggest you make your way to the galley sharpish and pick out which bit you want, because Badtooth and I are cooking this overfed stiff for lunch.
As for our slain crewmates, I suggest we give their bodies to the sea and read them their last rites. It will help ease the pain of their loss. Some of them were popular, and have friends missing them. Others had no friends, and nobeast gives a toss that they're gone.
Shekra