Bonnie, for one, didn't seem to mind the age of the old vessel. In fact she had a thin smile on her face, as she ran her fingers delicately along the old wood, avoiding splinters with an adroitness only known to people who've lived most of their lives on ships.<strong>"Old . . . and good. This little shit has some history to her. She's<em> perfect</em>!"</strong>The compass was already stewed carefully in her pack, and she began to drift around the ship like she was a ghost, poking her head here and there and clambering upwards to reach things that would be out of her reach. Turning to her monstrous companion she gave it a nod and pointed, before the thing began to creep through the various sections of the boat, sniffing at corners and panels and rapping on pieces of wood lightly with it's thick claws.<br/><br/><strong>"Biggro will find anything hidden on this boat, you can fuckin' believe it. Just gonna take him some time. More importantly, what kinda supplies we got around here? Do I need to go scurrying about to find enough rum to make this old girl livable? It's bad luck to be on a boat with no rum!"</strong><br/><br/>The halfling crossed her arms underneath her breasts and scowled at the gnome, and then the others. This was common sense, damnit! No rum, no ship! At least, that's how it worked when you're a pirate . . .<strong>"I suspect we'll find sky pirates. Remember, there are ALWAYS pirates, so if we're in the sky we'll just have to deal with fuckin' genie pirates. Err . . janni? Djinni? Fuck if I can keep these twats straight. Also birds! And EVIL CLOUDS!"</strong>She raised her hands dramatically, but appeared COMPLETELY SERIOUS.<br/><hr/>I rolled for my buddy's Perception to search the boat, when I realized I can just have him take 20 (For a 34). Not exactly strapped for time atm, yeah?