Brazen Coke Remit

This cargo ship was inexplicably found in the hills in the Namverg barony of Sormark.

(It's pure coincidence its name is an anagram of 'Ark Zombie Center'.)

The party entered the ship via a hole in the hull and once they got onto the deck they were attacked by a number of Restless (undead); the former crew including the captain, a cleric of Osprem, a parrot, and other sailors. The entire fight was accompanied by spectral bagpipes, drums, and a thin whistle which disappeared once the combat was over.

The following things were found on board:

• Tricorn hat - Arosin
• Imzel Khenistar’s journal (see below)
• Potion of Comprehension (as the spell, 1 hour) - Arosin
• Potion of Watchful Rest (you can remain awake during a long rest and still gain its benefits) - Hanur
• Child’s doll wrapped up in old hymns.
• Pearl (can be used for Identify spell) - Group
• Novel: The Mountain Cabin - Group
• Bottle of dwarven brandy; Ovilith 49 - Group
• Tankard of Sobriety (you can drink alcoholic beverage poured into it without becoming inebriated) - Hanur
• Heavy brass compass and sextant - Reb
• Map of the Sarodin Sea - Group
• Contracts and other paperwork
• Tiny chest with scrap of parchement; “starbord = right, port = left”
• Wheel of hard cheese, Masgew, looks to be still good - Group
• Ship in a bottle, half finished
• Hypodermic needle and a small jar containing a brown, viscous substance
• Bead of Refreshment (9 beads; dissolves in liquid, transforming up to a pint into drinking water) - Regius
• Chewing tobacco
• Barrels of grog
• Barrel of slush
• The hold is mostly full of coke

Imzel Khenistar’s journal, last few entries

I don’t understand how it can be so hard for a cleric of Osprem to join a company these days. I kept hearing “no”, over and over, and I’d go my ways.

But finally I found one that would take me, darling, it won’t be long, I’ll be home soon! Nothing will keep us apart now, I see your smiling face every time I look up at the moon.

Master Hillsipp managed to wrangle the coveted coke contract; it’s going to be hard but the pay is good. I told him when I signed up: “just till I make enough to be reunited with my blood.”

Every day the captain takes this scrap of parchment from a tiny chest. Whatever is on there he’s keeping close to the vest.

32 crew on a Sarodin Sea boat, quit the pier at Thunder Bay. 180 tons of coke, on a cold Novem day.

100 feet and 10 more long, 20 feet across. The steel mills of Odirett, our destination through the frost.

The night of the 2nd, waves were runnin’ up to 40 feet. Winds were blowing 60 miles, draining us of our heat.

An hour later we took a wave, lookout overboard, left behind. I watched as she slipped beneath the waves, and we were runnin’ blind.

Our captain, coward that he was, seekin’ shelter from the storm. Turned us South of Grey Beast Bay, by way of Keewenaw Point.

Wind was pushin’ at such a rate, we ended up driftin’ North. A wave broke over a knife of rock; Six Fathom Shoal.

The Remit she was cut in half; the stern she ram the bow. The men were caught in wooden jaws. Flames burned out of hell.

I made sure we kept running on, my body all ablaze.

Osprem hearing my call, the hull knitting together once again. We are not going down, despite these craven men.

Hear me call across the waves. If I don't come home tonight. I will make it home someday.