"We wouldn't have gone up in smoke."

Quentin says from up above as he feels some of the slack leave the rope. This let him release his grasp on the iron fastening he'd been lucky enough to snag and get himself, well not on his feet but into a more comfortable seated position.

"We might have died of smoke inhalation though its a large cave, we could have taken refuge in the water and survived the fire in theory. Luckily the wood is damp or it could have been far worse." Ships were floating tinder boxes usually but without the upkeep of the sailors it hadn't been as and as it could have been.

It isn't long before he has his torch lit again and he shines it down the hole, only two of the boards had actually cracked, so that was fortunate, the two furthest from the braces it seemed. With the benefit of light the two in the hole would see they were surrounded by hammocks and a fair number of skeletal bodies.