<div align="center"><strong>GM Post</strong></div><br/>The dead captain would prove to be very light indeed. Handling the body showed that the captain showed signs of severe malnourishment and deprivation - how he was alive when they met him was yet another mystery for an already mystery laden encounter. As they carried him the lights in his eyes faded, one by one, winking out of existence until there were only a pair of blackened, empty sockets.<br/><br/>Inspecting the crew quarters were easy to find. They were not particularly luxurious by any measure, but they were utilitarian and there were bunks for each crew hand. The captain had slightly larger quarters than the regular crew, although that mostly meant he did not have to bunk with three others and had room for a desk to sit at. The rooms for the regular crew consisted of four bunks, a foot locker for each, and little else. A few bunks had a collection of photos or personal curios pinned near the pillows - images of friends, family, loved ones, perhaps, and favourite ports of call. Some foot lockers were unlocked, and quick searches yielded little of interest - they contained perfectly mundane items such as clothing, liquor, and other personal effects. Several had pornographic magazines that were well worn, with dog eared pages that spoke to lonely nights at sea.<br/><br/>The captain's quarters yielded more clues but little in the way of clear answers. The desk in the captain's room had a vial of fragrant oil, a quarter full, and a mortar and pestle with the remains of an herb of bright green leaves that gave off a strong odour reminiscent of a blend of different mints. There were several whole, intact leaves of this herb in a separate ceramic bowl beside the discarded mortar and pestle. The wall of the captain's quarters was adorned with a symbol daubed in blood that was faded and cracking. The symbol incorporated the stylized sunburst that was carved into the captain's forehead fairly prominently. On the floor before the symbol was a ceremonial knife made of polished hematite whose blade was covered in dried. There were footsteps on the floor of bare feet, beginning at the desk and proceeding up to the wall, made as though someone had covered their feet in a mixture of the herbs and oil. Something magical had transpired here at some point in the past.<br/><br/>Melody's stalwart vigil allowed her cover many angles and a lot of area, but ultimately nothing emerged to attack the three Shadowhunters above deck. There was only the chill of the morning and the eerie, unnatural stillness.<br/><br/>Michael's investigation into the area below desk took him further into the ship. It appeared as though there may have at one point been some sort of chemical or oil leak, because there were patches of thick, sludgy black fluid that increased in size and frequency as Michael came closer to the engine room. The mechanical noises grew more oppressive and strained the closer he came to his goal, and the smell of burning oil and metal on metal grew worse in a way that was plainly the result of mechanical malfunction, even to one with little or no mechanical acumen.<br/><br/>Within the engine room itself the regular lighting was non-functional, and oppressive red emergency lighting cast crimson shadows everywhere. The engine itself was grinding and groaning, with huge parts grinding against themselves in ways they were not meant to. The remains of the crew were littered around the engine, broken and coated in the same black fluid Michael had passed on the way down. And perched on the roof of the engine room was  a demon (https://i.imgur.com/Fqj0jjM.jpg). It was coiled tightly, with its long body tucked tightly upon itself, but as it detected Michael, it gave a wet hiss and unfolded itself - long limbs uncoiling from its thick trunk and splaying out. Thick, sludgy black fluid dripped thickly down from its body and limbs, and a slim head on a long neck turned to regard the Shadowhunter. Its body seemed like it would now be too large for it to fit through the door to leave - indeed, that it would be too large to enter in the first place - the engine room, although the puddles outside ruled out this sensible conclusion.