"Hrmmm, no I doubt there any clues. I think the clues were our pilot's idea and he wouldn't have risked breaking the quarantine to sneak down here to hide more of them." Quentin says as he searches the pages until he finds the log of cargo brought in and out. "Ah," He says as he reads. "There is a storage house that was kept under lock and key, so we will have to find the key or break the lock. But they kept their cargo in there."

He looks up and shrugs. "Shall we?"

The big man leads the way out of the captain's quarters, the rope dragging Clair and Gareth along. A board creaks underneath his feet as he goes and Gareth might think to call for a halt before he steps on the plank himself but the big man was enthused and not paying attention. For the second time that day, the reporter would find the floor vanishing from underneath him as he plummets through the planks and into the ship's hold. Fortunately, he landed on something that broke his fall. Tragically, that something was a cloth hammock that was decaying with age and it split after a moment. Even more unfortunately as Quentin and Clair are dragged towards the opening, Gareth would find that the hammock had a rather boney occupant already, as in, it had the skeletal remains of a pirate.