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[h3][color=662d91]-Gamie Jaeger-[/color][/h3]

Eyeing The Demon, the hunter gave a solemn nod as he kept his eyes on the target - the remains of the ship. Gamie spoke naught a word as they traversed closer and closer to the remains of the ship and he actually enjoyed the quiet nature of this group. There was a very faint smile on his face that would probably be near impossible to notice, but then again, who would? They had their task set out for them; no need to be distracted by transient actions.

Once they were upon the destroyed piece, Gamie decided it was best to place the driftwood near what appeared to be a well situated opening. How... fortunate to say the least. Grunting, he left the pieces, The Demon decided it would be best if he scouted on ahead. Nodding, the hunter stayed himself outside as he awaited further directives on whether the vessel was okay to enter or stated otherwise. From the way the sun was position, there should of been enough light to shine through, considering it was wrecked.

Upon hearing a voice come from within giving the signal, he waited for everyone else to enter, keeping watch over any possible sign of life, benign or malign. Swiftly, Gamie entered into the space with everyone else. As he did, he took note of the warning The Demon gave.

He wasn't exactly wrong.

The area was littered with debris, ranging from shrapnel to fragmented wooden boxes containing absolutely nothing. While some items had dissipated, other certain items from what he denoted appeared to be well intact... instinct, will it. and hey, they could possibly find some use for the pieces of glass and wine bottles covering certain areas.

Deciding to cover another unoccupied area, Gamie cleared the path, putting the hazardous material into the splintered corpse of a jagged barrel as he began to inspect the area. Removing any excess blockage, he put it near the side of the barrel where he stored the damaged material, but not before noticing something akin to a worn, thick wooden stick protruding from the wreckage.

And before the hunter could exactly procure it, a shriek alerted him, which lead to an imminent response. Jerking his head to see the trouble, he balled up his fists and furrowed his eyebrows once he discerned the troubles. Foxy touched what she proclaimed in a cutesy manner, a "slime ball." Could of been a clump algae or something else, but he didn't bother, other than a short comment aimed at the Kitsune. [color=662d91]"... advice... scream onl'e fer dangeh' or with a patna',"[/color] he mumbled as he extended his arm towards the waterlogged stock.

And in an instant, his eyes lit up as he began recognizing the simple design. Shoving the piece that was on top of his crossbow off, he brandished it with glee before checking for any obstructions or bumps. Once the inspection was done, he gave a small huff as he ascertained no arrows were near him. That turned out to be a bust... well, he at least had the glass.

[color=662d91]"Ey, everyone,"[/color] his voice was raised a little more than usual as he remained the opposite direction, [color=662d91]"if ye' fine' any arrows, mind if I have em'?"[/color] Afterwords, he began to snoop around his section, though, moving at a slower pace. Ignoring the comment over the elf claiming some... red gemstone, Gamie found a certainly strange piece embedded in the sands.

What looked like an elongated nose protruded from a certain area; as he did with the other shards, he gripped the piece and pulled it out... before discovering the unfamiliar structure of said item... The vessel was spherical in nature and had a flat bottom. Along with it, there was the nose, per mentioned. Curious, Gamie found himself befuddled over how anyone might drink out of such an... eloquent glass.

Regardless, it was something they could use to drink out of, considering they get a fire going and removed the contaminants from seawater...

[color=662d91]"... strange mug,"[/color] he mumbled as he set his crossbow to the side. Sure, it was delicate, but something like this would keep them hydrated for the long run and was more prone to shattering if not careful.

Continuing sifting through the wreckage, he took note of the conversations going on behind him and made mental note over seeds. As his eyes scanned the area, he came upon a bag labeled "---beans." While part of the label was ripped off, surprisingly most of said condiments were still there, if not partially spilling out. [color=662d91]"Foxy, I think I've discova'd what yer lookin' for."[/color]

Of course, anything beyond the three things he found, there was nothing more. This location had been exhausted for the most part, though it was a relatively closed space.

Taking one final glance at the pile of glass, he pondered on if they could meld said pieces together through the use of fire. Blacksmiths have done it with metal, so why not cautiously do it with glass? Gamie's face remained unperturbed, but his right eyebrow was raised as he studied the broken pieces as if they were some key to solving a unregistered mystery for a couple of seconds as he awaited Foxy's retort.[/center]