Kargus and Nale broke off toward the aft of the wreck, making their way through the rusted and gaping interior in hopes of an engine room filled with mechanical treasure or crew cabins with intriguing items.  They passed an old campsite; nothing more than a few ashes and soot marks, both half hidden by shifting sand, but evidence someone had been here before and had probably lived through it.  They hadn't left anything useful, though, so the pair moved on.<br/><br/>The engine room was a disappointment.  The machinery simply wasn't there; either looted long ago or missing even Before, the places where it should have been were obvious enough from bolt holes and rusted fittings on an impressive scale.  It was, in fact, so obviously a waste of time the two almost missed it: at some point in the vessel's service a pipe had been replaced; the new part obviously wasn't made of the same material as the rest.  Where everything around it was corroded, pitted and worthless as anything but pig iron, this pipe was worn and dirty but longer, straighter and smoother than anything Twilight could produce.  It seemed likely that a skilled crafter could use it to fashion an impressive rifle barrel either for a new weapon or to modify an existing one.<br/><br/>Barik, Tel and Rachel broke off toward the front of the ship, a section more hidden by sand and so perhaps more likely to be intact - or to serve as a protective lair for something unpleasant.  None of the trio noticed any signs of humans or animals; it was cooler here, but just as dry as the outside.  The drifts of sand had settled into these rooms and hallways, leaving them low and cramped, but they did seem in better shape.  Tel's knowledge of metals and mechanics proved useful, scavenging a handful of useful components that could be readily traded.<br/><br/>Finally, they entered a vast cargo hold; scraps of crates and boxes were scattered in irregular piles, split open or broken in the crash or by previous looters.  They seemed to hold paper of some sort, and pages lifted with the rush of warm air as Barik opened the door with a loud, metallic shriek.  The documents were so fragile they crumbled to dust as they spun, and puffed into clouds around footsteps, a desiccated paper flurry.<br/><br/>The chamber proved unprofitable and lacked anything hostile, but Barik's sharp eyes picked out a nearly hidden detail.  The room, although large, was half filled with sand, leaving the adventurers several feet higher than the original floor.  They'd entered what must have once been a raised walkway.  On the far side of the room, almost entirely buried by sand, was a closed door that would lead into the very front of the ship.<br/><br/>[Tel collects 12gp in assorted lightweight mechanical items]<br/>