#odyssey

"You guys, you really ought to see all this." Arty calls from below decks.

"Okay" Gwen comes down to see , it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust

Below decks they find what once WAS a rather small yet cozy living quarters. This was clearly the galley, and there sleeping quarters, but it is obviously not in "ship-shape". Everything has been rumbled and tumbled around - if it wasn't on the sea, one might think the room had suffered an earthquake. Many things are clearly missing as well - the seating area lacks several of the cushions, of cookware one might find a few shards of a plate or mug. Someone made a life here, once, but it the remains are in shambles. There is a sailing trophy of some sort, but the glass sailboat has shattered. The largest remaining piece refers to the "S.S. Mur..." No longer legible.

The battering that the outside of the ship took has not spared the inside. In ideal situation, if this was a car, insurance might call it totaled. However for the trio, it's currently their lifeline - and if nothing else, it DOES FLOAT!

"Huh, someone tried to take good care of this" She observes

"Really? I thought it looked a right mess. Not that I am not grateful to be out of the water. And moreso, speaking of water, there IS some. It's stale, but potable. Some food, too, though it looks like most of the supplies were ruined by whatever hit this poor ship. A hurricane, maybe? I pity the poor sailor who lost her. The anchor is still up - which I think means the boat was out to sea when it hits. I doubt they survived."

"Poor bastard" She says "We might be able to boil sea water if it comes to that. We have this nocker genius"

Citrine is zipping about, curiously - looking at this shred of fabric, this shard of plastic, each bit of detritus a new and intriguing treasure. She darts around a corner and peeks into a cracked hatch - an excited CHIME! To Thistle! She has found the Engine!

"YES!"

"Don't have to agree so loud you sound conceited about it"

"We have an engine!"

"Oh!" A grin "Nice find, Citrine"

Art actually doesn't seem to have taken notice of the mess/disarray, as he has cleared off a tabletop (which lists badly to one side, and had to be propped up), and has laid out the treasure he found.

A compass - the glass is cracked, but seems otherwise intact! And a set of nautical charts!

"I haven't made sense of all of this yet... I think these are depth markers, and these lines may be currents... but the IMPORTANT thing is, they're labeled!"

There are a LOT of charts - this one is for the Gulf of Mexico, here is one for Grenada, Venezuela, Trinidad, but also Cape Canaveral, Nantucket Shoals, all up and down the Atlantic coast...

"If these charts are accurate, then we're at least in the right OCEAN. Once the sun sets and I can see the stars..." He smiles. "I think I can figure out where we are, and how to get somewhere else."

"Arthur, you're a life saver. Mmm " A look at Thistle "Thistle, this is your quest. I guess that makes you captain?"

"Captain Thistlethwaite!"

"...how does it feel? Being sained?" He finally gets a chance to ask.

She considers.

"Good, I think."

"Like... like when a part clicks in place?"

"Something feels solid that wasn't before."

"For me there was a kind of wholeness to it" A nod

"Ah." He says, and looks introspective. "Well, let's just hope I make it through this to the satisfaction of... that Countess? The Dreaming? The Baron? I'm not even sure at this point, but if I survive, hopefully I'll have a name too!"

A bright smile.

"I hope so as well, Arthur" A smile "Maybe you were Court Astronomer in a past life?"

"You have a Name, it just has to be found."

She's found her multitool and is poking at the engine.

It's rough, there was a leak - diesel fuel went out, saltwater came in.

It doesn't seem like it could get working again without a full shop overhaul.

Then again, that would be on mortal terms.

A powerful snort. "You little pissant pile of pop-sockets, you think you get to just take it easy?"

Art leans over her shoulder, inadvertently blocking what little light there is. "Do you think you can get it working?"

A grin to Gwen about that. He likes the idea, clearly!

"Oh god... oh shit" SHe says annoyed

reaching into her garment

"What?"

"Art, you are causing an eclipse."

"A gift i had for you" She reaches under her armor and pulls forth a bag that has ... goo trying to leak out

"It was a kind of bag of dust? Powered clay kind of thing? I don't know... nothing magical, just bright colors? I thought you'd get a kick out of it and could use it. Now it's like wet cement with sea water in it"

"Well.... that sucks, but if it's pigment I might be able to bake it out and pulverise it."

"Here" She hands the semi solid bag of goop to her "Good luck"

Citrine zips into Art's face and chimes at him imperiously until he backs up.

"Oh, your... " His face falls. "I don't have your present. I left it with the others."

"Well, you're here, and helping."

"Well, helping once you get out of my light..."

"But - you don't understand. I had the notes, the details, the letter of introduction to your contact... I bound it up all nice, managed to get Willy to make a waterproof packet of some leather soaked with this god-awful smelling oil..."

"Oh that sounds lovely, Art"

"And it's not HERE."

"One more reason to live" A smile

"Well, (^*%$$#, that would have been useful."

"You don't understand." He repeats bleakly. "We needed that letter - Thistle did, in order to talk to the only contact we have on the island. The one that was supposed to be able to lead us to the Redfins."

"Art, we'll have to figure it out. We can't just teleport back home and scoops it up."