[@DocRock] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Sifting the damp sands once more in preparation for your attempts at rest, you come across the last few bits you can make out at this hour. The glow of the flames now settling, either the fire itself dying out or the wreckage upon the waves further off into the distant horizon, the endeavor was indeed becoming more complex and complicated. However, your rewards still awaited you all the same and you haul in like a catch some frayed rope. Each stroke of your arms, hand over hand, you drag in the coil of fibers until it is in your possession and free of the seas's cool grasp. Despite how waterlogged as it is, it is not much worse for wear, and in acquiring it you make another discovery."

"Much like the chest, you find a rucksack crafted from muted, aged duck canvas. Hastily gathering the floating treasure, plunging into the sea once more, you rescue it from its place adrift and return it to dry land. Beside your ivory prize do you open the throat of the sack and begin to part through it. While somewhat resistant to water, its time spent floating at sea for at least hours has not kept its contents completely dry, and you are left with a drenched pair of boots, pants, and a sailor's coat, as well as a small steel lockbox and a notebook, the latter of which audibly shifts with contents when you put it to your ear. Among the other goods, it seems for certain they might be ruined, as the notebook ink have run off the pages; the journal ruined forever."