dead men tell no tales

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.