"Not really... none I recognize, at least." He's started to learn more of Trench's history, of the Dream and the beings that inhabit the world... it's slow going though, with fragmentary information. And it's not his field - though he knows more than a few historians who would love the thrill of the search for information.

Don't trust anything... probably good advice for this place, even if he trusts too easily. "I might come back for them... let's see if there's anything up top." He doubts it - the place is exposed to the elements even more than the lower decks, but he swims up anyway.

It's strange, seeing the bits of what remains of the mast. It's almost an otherworldly sight as the scraps of fabric 'blow' in the currents around them. There's holes through the deck but not too much else of note... other than the fact that the cabin door is open. He swims towards it, peering inside... no creatures. It's safe for now, at least.