Swamped

It's a huge mass of dead... something. You can't tell what it used to be, because it's currently being chopped into tiny pieces.

"Waste of good meat," someone mutters. You glance over and see someone wearing an apron.

"Too much fat for me," one of the choppers replies. "Of course, that's what makes it so effective as a projectile, isn't it? Fat burns well."

"Besides, blubber beasts are so big we probably won't even need the whole carcass," another chopper chimes in. "You can use whatever's left in our victory feast."

Well, that explains why they're doing this while there's a pirate attack going on. But it seems to be taking up a good deal of the floor space. You carefully navigate around the meat choppers and try to find your way to the next staircase.

You're just about to climb up when you feel a rather large arm grab you. You're forcibly pulled into a nearby room, and find yourself face to face with the man in the apron.

"You've got some explaining to do," he says, in a very different voice. "The illusion spell is obvious enough, but I don't recognize the other enchantment on you. And I am not in the best of moods right now, so I would greatly prefer that you not stall on answering."

Oh hells. Now what?