Breya was done with this place.  Yes there were mysteries here, but she wasn't sure she cared to pull at those strings.  She reached down and with ease and gentleness pulled Bellinha up.  Breya had calmed down now that the immediate crisis had passed, her gaze lingering on Bellinha a moment before settling into business as usual.

"I'm done here."  She announced, making it clear what she thought everyone should do.

In reply to Bellinha Grunnel (msg # 495):

When Bellinga asked him where he found the coin he said, "When the butterflies were going, I felt a tap on the back of my hand, then I found the coin in my hand. (Unless of course it's not a coin but a...)" The last word is unknown. He sounds it out phonetically between 'cast the' and 'aside'

"I mean... Should we look for treasure before we leave?" Skeeter looks around, seeing if there's any other stashed pirate loot aside from the Captain's immediate possessions about.

"If you want.  I'll pick it up and carry it, but I'm a bit shit at looking for it."  Breya offered.  "I kind of want to steal that ship of theirs, that'd be worth something.  Though given they're all dead now I guess it's not stealing."

Bellinha felt her face grow a little warm under Breyas look.  She smiled.  "We are taking that ship."  Bellinha said confidently.  She already had plans for the pirate ships.  "And anything else that we can find here."

"That coin is curious.  I'd be careful with it, Jack.  That creature hiding in the butterflies might be trying to...entice you with it.  It seems to scare people to near death but how it worms its way into their heads to play with them is something that we are still not sure of.  Head games seem to be something of a strength of its."

Bellinha was slowly regaining her 'aura of command', or at least that's what she thought.  She walked back to the stairs, patting Skeeter on the shoulder as she passed.  "Dread pirate no more?" she asked.  "Kerbie?  Time to make good on your reformation.  Where would your former associates store their wealth or any items of interest?"

Kerbie nods.  And you start scouring the Pirate Manor!

I'm going to streamline this process a bit.  Here's the list of your booty...and not the ones you can shake either...

1,075 GP
14 gems:

           1 ruby worth 400 GP
           8 emeralds worth 1x500 GP, 2X200 GP, 5x100 GP
           5 small diamonds worth 100 GP each

9 potions of healing (3rd level)
4 potions of Underwater Breathing (9th level)
2 masterwork daggers
1 masterwork leather armor
1 shield +1
1 masterwork harpoon

You also find a large number of supplies like rope, lantern oil, sail cloth, etc.  If you can move it all and sell it, it might fetch quite a penny.

To move all the supplies they have stored up, you're going to need to fill the boat you plan on stealing/liberating and the one you came in on, and both of them quite full.  You then need to take them to a port and sell them.  We will have some rolling to do in that case.

Alternatively, you can keep it all and not worry about provisioning yourselves for the rest of the game.  Your call

Cassandre does her identification-groove-thang on Cap'ns items...

The cutlass is +2.

The morning star a/k/a Beater-of-Bloody-Heads is:

A +2 weapon
Has a 10% chance of inflicting 2d10 extra damage on any hit
    note: this extra damage does not double on a crit
Has a 25% chance of inflicting a migraine on any hit
    note: migraines cause target a -2 on all rolls for 5 rounds
Gives the wielder a +5 save on any test involving resisting pain
Wielder has a violent temper whenever mimes are present, introduced in
     conversation, or are shown pictures of mimes.  WIL save -8
     to avoid going berserk and attacking any and everything except
     for the mime/mime-related image until the mime/mime-related image
     is hidden from view.  Save occurs every round the mime/mime-related
     image is present.

And then there's the keychain with the owlbear plushie hanging off it...


Cass...you want to explain the keychain?  Or give them a demonstration?

The ship is a refurbished fishing trawler named Little Guy Tugged.

Ugh.  Pirates and their naming conventions...

Questions?

Bellinha stood on the deck of the converted fishing trawler, notebook and quill in hand.  She had been spending the last couple of hours taking inventory of everything that the group had found on the pirate island.  The amount of supplies was indeed a boon, and Bellinha was giddy with the amount that they had found.  Her merchant training took over and she was already going through scenarios in her head about what they could do.  They could use some of the supplies to help the people of Salt Lick rebuild after the pirate attack.  Some of it could be sold, the proceeds of which could be given to her companions.  Of course they would keep some of it for their own purposes.

The full holds of the ships were a measure of the success of the expedition.  They had crushed the pirate band.  Her family would be appreciative of that, not to mention other trading companies.  Sure there were still pirates roving about but one less was always good news.  They had recovered a nearly obscene amount of lot from the former pirates holdings, along with two ships.  The butterflies and that thing hiding within them was concerning but now they had some means to fund further investigating.

Bellinha wrote one final entry in her notebook with a flourish of her quill and snapped the book shut.  "Alright.  We will split up the treasure when we get back to Salt Lick.  Maybe throw a little party to celebrate.  Oh, did you find out anything about that Keychain, Cassandre?"

Breya was quiet.  She genuinely did not care about any proceeds from this expedition, but she helped gather them.  The people in Salt Lick could use them.  Bellinha could use them.

The pugilist was in deep contemplation.  She had planned to study that monk's tome but hadn't been able to before coming here.  She also felt a sense of closure.   Breya wasn't an idiot, she knew trying to get actual revenge would take years of her life if not all of it, and it wouldn't make her feel any better nor would it prevent her fate from befalling others.  But the pirates had been the last link in the chain of her captivity, and now they were gone.  Mentally it was now real to her that this part of her life was well and truly over.

What would she do?  She'd been raised for fighting in the pits.  If not for her own efforts she wouldn't even know how to read, and she wasn't exactly a sage despite such efforts.  She hadn't learned to make, cook, plant or sell anything.  How was she going to live in the real world?  Well she was doing a good job of loading these ships.  That was something.

It didn't help she also had a massive crush complicating things.  On its own she didn't mind that, it was a novel sensation and a reassuring one.  But it was a lot with everything else going on.

Jack showed the coin to Cassandre and asked, "What am I supposed too do with this?" Because Jack takes seriously the things Cassandre says that to most people make no sense until they prove prophetic.

Cassandre explained what the magic items were, and when it came to the keychain and stuffed owl, she hesitated.

“This one is a puzzle… I’ve divined it is a Snuggums. What it means I’m not so sure, but you’re meant to raise it over your head like so, and say « I am anti-snuggums », an…”

The tiny wizard stopped mid-word. She vanished. Where she once stood, a gelatinous cube was standing! Five foot by five foot by 5 foot for a total of one hundred and twenty five cubic feet worth of jelly… and in the middle a small floating body in suspension. She did not seem to be in pain or discomfort though, merely surprised!
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Breya blinked.  "I've seen some fucked up shit.  That's up there.  Whoever created that is one sick puppy.  But I can't help  but admit that's useful as hell."

I stand identified and proud.

After a bit, the cube disappears and it's Cassandre again.

"That...was...Amazing!"  Bellinha squealed.  "That little charm encases you in a gelatinous cube?  It can't be a real Gelatinous cube, I mean you don't look like you've been harmed by acid or whatever it is that gelatinous cubes use to digest food.  Were you conscious the entire time?  Could you see out of the cube?  Did you try to move?"

"If nobody else is interested, those knives look like they fit my style," Skeeter points out.

Snuggums is great indeed! And Cassandre did not look harmed in any way.

  “It’s more like… I was the Cube! I could see you the way I guess a Jelly Cube would. I could move, and I suppose quack if I wanted to! It would only last a minute or so I think.”

“Also there is an other power, if you say « I am Snuggums », then you just become stronger. I guess if you’re already very strong like Breya, you become formidable!”

Bellinha listened closely to Cassandras explanation, drinking in every word.  "You become the cube.  Think of the possibilities.  Other than protecting you from falling or slipping under doors, which may be something that Gelatinous cubes can do.  I don't remember.  We'll have to research that.  Oh, this is exciting."

Upon hearing Skeeter mention something about the knives, Bellinha opened up her notebook.  "I guess if no one else wants to claim them, then they are yours.  What about the leather armor?  Would that be of help?  You seem to spend a lot of time up close to your opponents, so it would be good to make sure that you keep your fingers and nose.  I guess we should start putting together a list for who wants what from the treasure.  Jack?  Karina?  Kamatar?  Is there anything that looks useful to you?"

"I'd like a share of the gold and gems, 3 of the healing potions and 1 of the water breathing potions. As well as a number of normal items which I will determine later and some time to rest and recover." said the half orc archer calmly.
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 Cassandre is not interested in any of the magic items, but will claim some gems that she can put to good use.

Jack picks up the Crazy Old Lady's blowgun and hopes it's not cursed.  "Does anybody else want this?" he asks.

"I don't need the leather, I'm pretty well set for armor," he says, pulling his collar down to reveal the glint of silvery tightly woven chain that flows like cloth. "That scarf though, I bet would be very nice."

"Yeah, same here with the armour" says Jack. "Looks like it could have come from the same batch as my own.  The blow gun though... OH yeah!  And while I'm at it, a chap can never have too many knives innit?"

"Split 'em?" Skeeter turns to Jack, holding both knives up. "Pick your favorite?"

Jack picks up a dagger and says, "Here, this one's yours." It's a fine blade and his ability to give it away proved it wasn't cursed.

"Those are indeed fine daggers.  I think that was a good choice for you both."  Bellinha said, marking the daggers off of her inventory list.  "The cutlass and the morningstar are also good weapons.  They're not...my style, and I don't think that a shield will do more than hinder my casting in a fight.  I'll pass on those.  Breya?  Could you use either of those?  Or Kamatar?"

"I'm more interested in the valuables."

"I don't have a strong interest in either the cutlass, shield, or morning star. If no one else wants to use them, then I will accept the cutlass and shield to sell or trade." said Kamatar calmly.