"Mm," Aria giggled, nodding and closing the 'ice cream chest' again. Amongst all the slush, it would probably stay cold long enough for a party Rose had had an idea to throw, and Aria had little doubt that at such an event, the admittedly-quite-tasty-smelling stuff would get taken care of.<br/><br/>Aria agreed with Rose's plans to divide and expedite their search-and-salvage, mentioning  "I'll be sure to tell you the details of anything interesting I find, although even if we find more written stuff like in the mindflayer's room, it could take time to pore over...a luxury I hope we'll soon have after all this!"<br/><br/>She then made her own 'loop' of the ship bowels, tossing the other rooms as she had those so far. Had she been of a mind to swipe absolutely everything, she would've come into possession of enough decks of pornographic playing cards (most marked for cheating in rather subtle and interesting ways), and flasks of the horrible burning liquors many demon-blooded planetouched favored, to last her many elven lifetimes.  At least the repeating supplies in the foreship room, though not things Aria had interest in taking, would probably be useful to (and thus marginally increase the value of) whomever they could end up selling the ship to.<br/><br/>Abovedeck, Aria grabbed the mindflayer's fallen book and found the three doors into the forecastle to each lead to smaller rooms with spare sails and other equipment - all laired out in a way to be rapidly deployable in storm or ship-battle. Aria noticed with a roll of her eyes that Bikke and crew even had an entire set of black skull-and-crossbones sails for their three-mast ship. Hmm. Perhaps they'd find a new owner interested in hosting a pirate-themed masquerade ball aboardship.<br/><br/>In the starboardmost of the three aftcastle doors, Aria found what she guessed to be Bikke's captain's quarters, and they were even worse. The captain had an entire vanity desk and mirror, like in a wealthy lady's boudoir and possessed by exceedingly few men regardless of means. Rather than powders and fine jewelry, Bikke had a trick eyepatch of smoky glass which was quite easily seen through when held up close, and even might help with sun-glare, as well as fake but quite sharp hookhand which actually looked like a reasonably effective close-range weapon with a thorough hand-guard. The quarters hosted a parrot in a birdcage, piles of nautical outfits in open treasure chests of the same style as those below, and a globe of Faerun with markings of season currents.<br/><br/>Upon one wall was a poster-map of the Planes identical to the mindflayer's, but without hand-made writings. The vanity desk was piled with documents and tomes. Although she didn't have the time go pour through them, while shuffling them into her haversack Aria noticed several copies of a pamphlet which appeared to be an advertisement for the very same ship, which superlative writing of its various attributes. Perhaps made by some prior owner of the ship, perhaps whomever Bikke and bought - or more likely wrested - it from. Among the tomes Aria noticed a planar altas, with many pages marked by colored strings, and some notes stuck in, perhaps navigational records of Bikke's past or planned planar plunderings.<br/><br/>Aria looted anything that seemed of informational or material value - there were a few random things of the latter; a fine set of silverwear, artistic baubles probably gleaned form past pillagings, and some flamboyant men's jewelry (Aria guessed anything of combat-aiding Art he would keep on his person, but these would have some value in any case).<br/><br/>The central door of the aftcastle led to a narrow room with the aftmast pillar going down (probably right between the walls of the mindflayer's  and ooze's room below), mechanical tools, and some of the workings of the great rudder; Aria realized she was standing below the ship's wheel.<br/><br/>The port aft door was an officer's suite like Bikke's, Aria thought maybe one or two of those satyrs had resided here, and perhaps they had for a time - but if so, she then realized, they'd been displaced to below by Garland, at least for this voyage. Aria instantly recognized, with a prick on the nape fo her neck, a royal purple tabard like that of the death knights', but much better condition - so good it must be kept up via seamstressing labor or mending magic. the Purple Dragon emblem stared at her, draped with square-folded care over a desk-chair.<br/><br/>Next to that desk was an artist's easel, bolted to the wall in a manner Aria had heard of in Luskan - painting during rough seas was silly, but it would at least keep a partially-done work safe for quieter moments. A painting was clipped there now, half the canvas blank, half an unmistakable and actually rather good portrait of Sara.<br/><br/>This room had a third planar poster, above the desk, with the most furious scribbles and marknigs of all. A planar atlas similar to one of Bikke's was open on the desk, to a glorious two-page map-rendering, or rather two one maps 'joined' by some sort of symbolic, artistic gate and bridge. The left page was titled<em>ARVANDOR - Elfhome (fm. Arborea)</em><br/><br/>A single charcoal-pen arrow was drawn to one point on the map, from a handwritten - rather good handwriting, Aria noticed, probably aristocratically educated like herself - word in the margin,<em>ASTOS</em>.<br/><br/>The right page was titled<em>HOUSE OF NATURE</em>, a plane home to such Powers as Lathander, Chauntea, and man of the others revered by druids and rangers, or so Aria recalled from just such a past adventuring ally. Four arrows were drawn to certain points on the map from margins with similar handwritten lettering, respectively<em>SCARMIGLIONE, KARY, CAGNAZZO, BARBARICCIA</em>.<br/><br/>Aria noticed a number of single-page pieces of parchment slid into the atlas by the back cover, each one a rather nice artistic rendering - a similar had to the painting of Sara - of various natural scenes. Though each showed a landscape, each also seemed to focus on some random object in its foreground, such as a the central slab in a circle of druidic standing stones.<br/><br/>The rest of the room was far less chock-full and lived-in than Bikke's. Aria was glad for that somehow, shoveling everything except the furniture and bedsheets (and tossing even those) into her haversack.<br/><br/>Eight or nine hundred yard away, Luneth and Ingus had made such a pretense of fishing that they had, in fact, caught several rather hefty deep-sea specimens, each by itself a hearty meal for a family. They seemed relieved but not surprised at Rose's and Aria's victory quite celebratory and positively impressed with the 'souvenirs' she'd brought for them, and suddenly in the mood for a party themselves. They readily agreed to help bring the larger ship in. Apparently, from what they could tell from here, it was possible to do so with their number, but of course much slower to raiser and lower sails and such, and not a number of hands one would want to be at amidst rough seas, urgency of speed in changing conditions, or a maritime attack.<br/><br/>Although the trimaran could be towed by the ship, they suggested it simplistic to simply leave it at anchor, as it was within range for Rose to teleport them back to from the boardwalk one the ship was in, and bring it later itself (as one man easily could.<br/><br/>Aria smiled when she saw Rose again, and thanked her wryly for making quite an impression on the two celestial mariners. She described what she'd come across, particularly in Bikke's and Garland's rooms, and remarked, "I imagine I'll pour over their maps and documents, to see if they reveal anything more about their purpose or where Garland might usually dwell, or have escaped to after his plans were dashed. I imagine it'll take hours or browse through, though days to read everything cover to cover; obviously I'd be happy for you to to, but if it's not your sort of thing I don't blame you."<br/><br/>While she spoke, the two mariners were leaping and climbing about the ship, hoisting sails enough, lifting anchor and taking to the wheel. Aria also remembered, "Hmm, and we have the black-out Bikke himself, I suppose; questioing him before we go back to shore might maek sense, so we have....privacy."  She winked and said, "I don't mean I<em>plan</em>to get nasty with him, but it could put the scare in him at least. Knowing him we should even draw out a plank, or mention keelhaulng."