Leaving their barrel of pork behind, the pair of you resume your trek up the beach. For a brief period the sand is littered with washed up bits and bobs from your ship. You manage to scavenge 80ft of undamaged rope, the broken side of a longboat that could be converted into a crude shield with minimal effort and a length of torn sail. Finally, tucked away next to a rock and wrapped in seaweed, you spot a small decorated casket that is sealed with a bronze metal clasp. However the container has been breached via a large crack on its side and of the twelve bottles only three are left unbroken. There is nothing to identify their function, save for the green tint of the glass, indicating they may be healing potions.<br/>Securing your new belonging you continue on towards the peninsula. The beach begins to curve to the west, and in doing so it reveals that the jutting area of land is in fact a smaller island, albeit one very close to this one, separated only by a strip of water a couple of hundred feet wide but by the looks of it never more than several inches deep. Meanwhile the land continues around, the rocky ledge becoming replaced by rough soil dotted with tough, thorny trees.