dead men tell no tales

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."