You find a middle-aged dwarf tied to a post, a pile of bloody refuse scattered at his feet. His beard is a matted mess, and his face is streaked with dirt. Despite his haggard state, he twists against his bonds when you approach.
Giordu is the last remaining sane member of the crew, a capable deckhand and a budding cook... Who specializes in cooking kith meat. Apparently he was the next thing on the menu.