Sticky had just finished moving some boxes to help adjust the balance of the ship. When you came to ask for his help, he made sure to make some excuses so he could go with you. The two of you would reach the storage fairly easily since all hands were busy upstairs or resting up due to their wounds. As you kept watch, you don't notice anything really, but perhaps that itself was telling: there really was no one else nearby. If anything were to happen, chances are no one will know until it's far too late to help you. Meanwhile Sticky continued to work on the lock and would soon have it opened. "Dere we go. And we in. So, wot exactly ya lookin fer? Not planning ta steal nuthin from the ship yeah?"

However once you got inside, you can immediately tell something was wrong. Even Sticky can tell, since the whole room was glowing purple. You can see growing on the ceiling, some sort of small, glowing boil. It pulsated with grotesque energy that makes you feel sickly just being around. And as you're observing the room, you hear something amiss. It was faint but it was like... Breathing. Something was here. Sticky, nervous, has his sword out. "S-S-Should we get da others?" He asks shakily.