*squelch, squelch, squelch*
Boots trod up and down in thick muck, as Morazin plows through the bog. He occasionally comes to a small door on either side-and while they open to a struggle, they are usually revealed as kitchens or closets. Predictable enough and...no surprises, yet. Though at one point, a pale looking plant with hand like fronds latches onto his arm and he plucks it away with a shudder.
And amazingly, despite all this, there's no actual damage to the ship itself-were it normal wood, the floor would have rotted out long ago, or broken under your feet as passed. Every nail, every plank of this ship has been enchanted, and it's still strong. No amount of mundane fire, rot or swordplay can damage it. Say what you will, at least the Dwarf wasn't completely lying. This is a good ship, albeit having seen much better days...one wonders if your seller knew entirely what he had on hand. Otherwise he might have taken it apart, and sold it piece by piece.
...Bow, bow-that's the front of the boat, right?
...
It takes a good ten minutes, most of which is spent struggling to open doors that have collected a fair amount of vegetative debris. When the door to the upper bow room is finally reached, Morazin merely kicks it askew-and is rewarded with a view of the front cargo bay. Slime, weeds trailing up the wall and hanging from the ceiling, thick dry mud forming a bulge in the center. A few tiny frogs croak sonorously on lilypads to complete the effect. No obvious danger can be seen-the water doesn't look deep enough to hide anything unsettling, being only up to your ankles. It takes a moment, but Konicek points out the far wall-a heavy, vine encrusted object that can only be a pull lever. That should be the easy part.
Durham points out something else, laying near the center 'island'-a sunken moldy humanoid corpse, mostly skeletal, laying on whatever is left of it's face. It seems to be holding a long iron shaft in one hand, and is wearing a ragged leather pack on it's back. It seems to be above the water line, which is the only reason anything is left.
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Someone takes a first step, but Durham holds out a hand. He looks a bit closer at the corpse. No, it's not quite dead, not entirely-it's rotten chest occasionally rises and falls nearly imperceptibly, as if it's still breathing.