Dagrún strode into the large cavern that rested along the beach. Noon sun streamed down into the cave lighting up the rocky forms as well as pools of water left by the low tide. Looking farther back the floor of the cave sloped further and further down to reveal something odd towards the back of the cave. "Hey, Mir, there's something back there." Dag headed toward it. It was a strange contraption made of wood, clearly a human vessel of some sort but unlike any she'd seen before. She approached the ship cautiously, sniffing the air for any signs of something off. However, all she could catch were the musty smells of mold and rotting wood. A large black flag hung still over the deck and with a carefully timed leap she leapt up onto the ship.

Dual toned eyes scanned the entrance of the cavern, the stone was dark and mottled and the smell that blasted his nose was damp and dark.Ysmir couldn’t wait to explore some more. He hadn’t been so certain of his sister’s suggestion but now he felt much more curious and eager to see what was out there. Massive dark paws carried him after Dag his dark ears perking with interest as she spoke and her voice echoed off the walls of the cave. He was almost more interested in the sound than the artifact that she was pointing out to him.

Ysmir whined softly, trying to get his sister to speak again before he followed her towards the old wood… thing. He couldn’t begin to guess how it had gotten here, but it was familiar to the barn that he spent much of his time in. The way the boards were cut into pieces and attached together to create something very different from the natural state of a tree. Ysmir lifted a paw and pushed against the boat, watching as it rocked back and forth on its tapered base.

Dagrún pawed at the wooden boards, the sound of her claws clicking on the wood echoed about the cave. "I wonder if this is some sort of human thing." Well, it almost had to be. What other creatures could or would make something like this? Her tail waved a bit to keep her balance as the boat rocked lightly in the shallow water. Behind the wooden deck was a cabin like area and Dagrún made a beeline for it. The door hung halfway off its hinges and she peeked her head into a place full of cob webs and dust. Spying a pretty green bottle she reached in with a paw, looked the handle with her claws and flipped the bottle back out onto the deck where she could examine it better. It hit with a clunk and rolled before the handle stopped its momentum. "Oh I bet we could use these bottles for something. Maybe store some ale or borrow some of uncle Álarr's wine."

Ysmir already chalked the structure up to whoever had built the barn. Maybe not by the same individual but the same advanced species that predated the wolves growing civilization. He shrugged again, not able to tell for sure but he couldn’t argue against her anyway. Ysmir stayed with his paws planted firmly on solid ground as she poked further, causing the boat to rock in the water here. The boy’s silver and blue eyes shifted back to the cavern around them as she scooted forward to grab at an item within the enclosed room on the boat. Ysmir’s attention was grabbed at the sound of the thud on old wood. Dark ears perked as he looked to the glass and heard his sister’s appraising voice. He was sure this was not the only useful item that was hidden here, but he wasn’t sure he trusted the deck enough to walk upon it. Ysmir nodded almost absently in agreement as he peered around the corner, curious if she could find anything else to return to Fireside with.

Dagrún continued to pull out an odd assortment of items including a mop. She seized the middle of the handle in her jaws and pranced across the deck toward Ysmir before dropping it down on the deck. "What kind of weapon do you think this is? Doesn't seem very effective." She picked it up again and began to swing it around, eventually hitting a strange wooden wheel that began to spin. Well, that sure looked interesting. She dropped the mop and stood up on her hind legs, her front paws balancing on the wheel. It moved and shifted under her as she leaned from side to side and she was pretty sure it was meant to do something, she just wasn't sure what.

Dag grabbed his attention as she returned to the middle of the dock and his dual toned eyes looked up to his sister. Ysmir tilted his head curiously as she showed off her impressive item, uncertain of its efficacy as a weapon. Ysmir wasn’t convinced it was a weapon. He’d grown up around an ancient human establishment he had seen as many useless as useful items. He still wasn’t convinced as she swung the thing around and unintentionally hit the helm. Dark ears perked with interest as the things pun on its axis. Nothing happened, even as Dagrun lifted herself upon it and swayed back and forth. Ysmir looked around and the only thing he noticed was above them, a soft whine left his lips as he pointed to the broken mast that wiggled lightly as she moved.

Dagrún was enjoying herself so much she almost missed Ysmir's cue that something was happening when she played with the wheel. She tilted her head back, staring at the mast for a moment before she swatted the wheel hard and watched as the mast swung with its ratty sails… right into the side of the cave. There was loud crack and she scrambled back over to Ysmir. Her fur was on end but she still stared ahead, ears up as she listened for any sounds of instability. Instead she heard the trickling of water. Dagrún looked back and frowned. "Ah nuts… looks like the tide is coming back in. We probably better go before the cave floods. What do you think Mir? You ready?"

With his head tilted curiously Ysmir watched as Dagrun spun the wheel and the mast turned almost in slow motion. The ancient wood creaked and cracked as the tattered sails trailed behind to the crashing climax. His dual toned eyes widened and his joints bent as he prepared to run in case of a cave in but even as the sound of his sister’s paws quieted there didn’t seem to be any instability. Both of their attention was then led to the sound of water as they quieted, Dag spoke plainly, revealing her emotions just the same as his. This cave was crazy, and he wanted to spend more time exploring and looking but he also didn’t want to drown. He gave his sister a short nod and allowed her to lead both of them back to above sea level.