The lead dwarf calls out, "I'm Gravin Goldhammer, leader of my eponymous expedition and official representative of the Gas Forges."

As the dwarf approache the docks, followed by four others (two dwarves and two humans), it is immediately clear to the PCs that they've had a rough time. Their clothes are torn and filthy and their faces are tired and haggard. They close to 10' of the PCs, seem friendly enough in gratitude at your arrival, and call up to the Captain. "We be the only four of us left of the original expedition, and we seek to quit this cursed island. We ask passage on your ship to return to Riddleport."

"Works for me!" calls the captain, coming down the gangplank. "I wasn't staying here, but merely depositing these fine adventurers here."

Captain Creesy looks to the PCs, "Don't worry, I don't intend to totally abandon you. I agree to come back here at any point in the future that you request, within reason; but the earliest I can return will be tomorrow evening. What say you?"