stairs going up to the very rear of the deck.

Zrak couldn't help but wonder how long this ship had been here for. The rope ladder was barely holding and yet the rest of the ship seemed in better condition. The ship's deck, though, sure wasn't like any ship he's seen or heard of before. What even are all those levers and buttons, of all technology that seemed of unknown tech to him? "Did this ship even come from this world?" he loudly mutters, staring at the pilot's station.

Like a curious little rodent, he skitters up to the various knobs and observes them keenly. "Any of you know what all these do?" He tilts his head beneath his cloaked mask, eyeing the others.

While waiting for an answer, Zrak steps to the side of the ship and takes in the view. The sensation of being this high up was unusual. He almost always looked up, never down, and now he could see the treetops from here. Could a castle provide a similar view, high up from one's throne?

He lets the idle thought pass by while waiting for an answer about the station... If there was one.

Malkala and Octavia both approach the pilot station. Each taking a side, they walked along the machinery until they reached the wheel. Once they met in the middle, they shared a look that clearly stated they had no idea what any of it was.

"All I can say is that they clearly help run the ship. Without playing around with them, I can only give you educated guesses." Malkala says, looking around the station again, "But I don't understand. None of this is necessary for sailing on the water." Her eyes glided upward, "Especially the balloon. It would only make trying to sail on rough waters even worse by unbalancing the ship."

Octavia nods in agreement, "Some of the material I've never seen before too. I know it's not much since I'm not exactly world-wise, but these metals are certainly not common."

It is clear that Malkala's brain is running a mile a minute as she keeps looking around, "Can this thing fly?"

Malkala's question rears a raised brow from Zrak. "I thought it was kinda obvious." He shrugs his ratty shoulders, resting on the ship's side rail. "There aren't any treads or wheels they're hidden inside, and there sure ain't water anywhere near here. Had to come from the skies." Like a kid, he flails his legs casually in the air. "I don't have a clue how it got here without anyone noticing. Not unless it's been here for a long time."

With his own observations made, Zrak ventures to the entrance inside. "Might not be much here but it's worth a look. C'mon, let's check it out and see what we can scavenge." While he doesn't show any sort of expression, Zrak has far more interest in this curious structure than the prior dungeon. They need supplies anyway, so this is their best opportunity.

As Zrak approaches the door to the lower decks, he can hear Malkala muttering to herself. Brief snippits of what she was saying gave him a clear idea that she was unable to grasp the idea of a flying ship and had never seen one before. But, as she walked through the door's threshold down, her mutters halted as she looked around.

Past the door is a small landing before more stairs continued down toward the ship's center. The stairs from each door met at another landing before a set of double doors. Opening the double doors, the pair find themselves inside of what looks like a large study. Bookshelves line each wall, a desk is set up immediately to the left of the double doors with various papers and books atop it. Behind the desk sat a table large enough to fit six to eight people. Its surface is clear, and the chairs around it are askew, as if they slid around on their own. At the other end of the room is another set of double doors.

"This seems awfully big for a study room," Zrak comments, venturing in the room and looking over the various bookshelves and desk. He never imagined a place like this on a ship, where the vehicle's potential sways and bobs might tumble the various parchment across the room. And yet, it all appeared untouched, as if organized just before it was abandoned. Each book had its unique color on the light wooden bookshelf. His head creaked painfully upward just to see the top of each shelf.

"Do any of you recognize these books?" He asked Malkala and anyone who follows, briefly pulling books out of the shelves and flipping through the pages with his bone-thin hands. Anything from the paper, the cover, even through the writing and inks could be a clue to this ship's origin.

As Zrak looks through the book in his hands, one thing sticks out immediately: the language. Not only is it a language that he does not recognize, it is not one he has ever even seen. The symbols are completely foreign. In Golarian, most common, and some rare, languages all use similar, if not identical, symbols for their words. Almost everyone knows the symbol for the letter A, even if it is used and pronounced differently. But as Zrak flips through the book, he does not see an A, or any other alphabet symbol.

Malkala, looking at the papers on the desk, shakes her head, "It is so strange. They don't even look like some of the rarer languages like Draconic. I'm not sure if this language exists on Golarian."

As Zrak's attention goes to the material of the pages, he does find that it is familiar to what he is used to. It seems a bit heavier and thicker than he is used to, but the parchment is recognizable to the touch. The same can be said of the cover and bindings.

"Well the materials sure do," Zrak comments, running over the parchment and cover with his bone-thin hands. "You can find paper like this anywhere in Golarion. The only difference is who wrote it."

It raised more questions than answers, but at least it was some interesting questions. Could the ship and its crew arrived from another world? Did they gather things that exist here? Have they been around for long?

He won't find such answers in the study as he uncerimonially drops the book on the ground. "Be my guest if anyone wants to search more here. Never been much of a bookworm." He shrugs his ratty shoulders and skitters around to find another entrance through the ship. The whole place has him up to his neck in curiosity. What else could be find here?

Zrak continues across the study to the next set of doors. Malkala decides to stay in the study, trying to find any information she can about the ship. He leaves her behind as she picks up another book and starts reading.

The doors open up to another set of stairs. They continue down back and forth to another landing with a door. On the other side of the landing has stairs that keep descending. The door has a tiny window in it, showing a hall with doors on each side all the way to the other end of the ship. Looking down the stairs, Zrak gets the feeling, based on the ship's size, that there is one more deck below.

This really is a vast ship. How many did it take to operate it?

Zrak's curiosity gets the better of him as he descends down to the door with a tiny windows in it, standing on the toes of his bone-thin feet to glance through it. Was he looking at the crew cabin or quarters beyond it? Maybe he'd learn about the ship's crew if he searched within.

So with no one to stop him, Zrak enters through the door and begins opening the various doors and peeking in them.

Zrak finds that his instinct about this ship's deck is correct. As he opens each door, he finds that each room is a private room, each holding one crew member. The rooms contained mostly the same furniture: a bed, desk, chair, and wardrobe. However, they also held various belongings for each crewmember.

One room held various blueprints for the ship with notes pointing to specific points on the vessel. Just like the books upstairs, it is written in an unknown language, but oddly enough, they seem to also use the same punctuation. Most of the notes either had no punctuation, or a question mark. Possibly notes on how to upgrade the ship?

Another room was very organized and neat. There was not much personal belongings, as if the person was used to a nomadic life, maybe even a military one. The desk did have a polishing kit for a blade and one for armor. They were both obviously used regularly, with wear and tear on the kits' surfaces, but otherwise it was well maintained.

Zrak moves from room to room, finding differences with each, until he reaches the very last room, the door on the exact opposite of the hall from the door he first came through. Opening the door reveals a more general crew room, able to hold a couple dozen people. Strangely enough, these bunk beds do not seem as well used as the other beds, making it seem like this room is not occupied nearly as much.

What a mysterious ship. Zrak wasn't sure what to think of the various rooms, many of which appeared uniform, yet all having small and interesting points between the blueprints and unknown language.

"I expected something weirder," he mutters under his ratty breath, jerking his head to the side while looking around the crew room. Did most of the crew stay in their rooms? Somehow, he didn't expect to find anything more.

But he couldn't help but give it a try as he begins scouring through the crew room, checking the tables, corners and beds, to see if he can find anything of note. This is what rats are good at.

As Zrak is searching the room, he finds two things that are surprising to him. One is that the clothes and other personal belongings are all beautifully and fancily designed. The people who lived in this room, even though they are most likely just part of the crew, they were also not simply commonfolk either.

The second thing is that there are spots on the room's surfaces that have fine sand on them. When he touches the sand, he finds that it is super fine, something that would work as hourglass sand. But, as he looks around, he does not find any hourglasses or anything that might be a source of the sand.

How bizarre. Did the crew come from a sandy world?

Zrak barely feels the fine sand on his bone-thin fingers, giving a furred brow when thinking about the fancy items all about the place. No one here seemed to travel cheap. And considering how impressive the ship is, the crew likely owned the ship from the beginning.

So... where are they now? Zrak can't help but wonder. There didn't seem to be a struggle on the ship, so the crew had to be somewhere, right?

But they aren't here now. They better not miss their belongings.

Before returning back up, Zrak looks for any valuable gold, jewels or supplies. He can use something to sell or trade in the future.

It is hard for Zrak to figure out exactly what might be good to sell. Not only was it all otherworldly, but he cannot tell if the material is authentic or not. So, he grabs what looks the best and leaves the room.

Returning to the stairs, he remembers that there is one last deck below this one. He can see the landing for it barely through the shadows. And now that he is conscious of the presence of sand, he finds it on the stairs both going up and down.

Was this ship unearthed?

The sandy presence almost intimidated Zrak, as if to dare him to enter and dig into the pits and riches it may hold. If it wasn't uncovered, who even needed that sand there? Was it like a power source for the crew?

Confused, if not deterred, Zrak steps down the stairs to the last deck on the bottom. He treads carefully, feeling the fine sand ever-slightly shifting his balance with every step so as to not slip on the way down.

Instantly, Zrak's first thought swarms to, 'Treasure!'

Not that he assumed it'd be gold or wealth beyond, but the idea of entering something no one wanted him to be is an especially entertaining idea. He always can use more than he has for his long journeys, and no doubt Malkala and the others want to see something beyond these doors. But how does one open it?

Let's see... thick wooden, metal-reinforced doors... Zrak attempts to open the door, and if it fails, checks for a lock and debates how he can open it.

The door does indeed stand firm to Zrak's hands. He feels a strange resistance to it. Not that it is locked with a deadbolt, but something heavier. Looking around, he finds a button so small and integrated into the wood that he almost missed it.

Pressing the button, Zrak feels something on the other side of the door release with a deep thud. He tries the door again, and this time it opens easily. When he steps into the room, he looks back and sees that the door was shut by a large wooden beam that would stretch across both doors, but is now pushed back and set into a mechanism.

Now free to look around, Zrak finds items of all kinds. Building materials, cloth, metal fittings and plates, and so on are all closest to the door. Then, he finds boxes that are emptier. Based on how the boxes are set up with inner frames and soft bedding such as hay and cloth, he assumes that they would have held more fragile objects.

That assumption comes true when he finds a few glass bottles with green, blue, and one with a orange-yellow liquid. The green bottles come in two different sizes, while the blue and orange-yellow is just a single size.

Furthest from the door, but centered in the room, is a box that holds sacks of coins. But the coins are very different from the copper, silver, and gold that Zrak is used to. Their gold coloring is more orange than gold, and the symbol stamped is a curved arrow that looks like an anchor.

What a motherlode of items he has little clue about. Zrak eyes the fascinating sack of coins with a confused and excited look. Finding treasure was always a wonderful sight but this is treasure he's never seen before. The coin is shaped like coin, it feels like coin between his fingers, but it's clearly not coin he knows.

Still, no one else is coming to take it. If he could lug