Aww, and here he thought they were pals enough he could entice Nara'a into being his little pack mule. Right. Dabi arches a brow at the questions, as well as what's revealed inside the chest. If it were some moldy old photo, that'd've been one thing, but an actual engraving inside the locket? Rather unique. It reeks of sentimentality too. "Dunno... might keep it the way it is. Unique." And when it comes to trading, "unique" is as key as "useful" when cash isn't much preferred.

"Probably. Ships like these usually have some kinda armory to keep the weapons." He's expecting swords and maybe some more guns, but the shit the captain owns is likely the highest class. As for the ammo, Dabi sweeps around behind the captain's desk and kicks the skeleton right off the chair with a watery clatter. Then sits himself down in it (testing first to make sure he won't send himself crashing through to the floor) and kicks his feet up on the desk.

He starts working on the guns, figuring out in a short time where to find the ammo. "Looks like two or three shots..." The gunpowder section is completely sealed up, so it might even be dry. But he's pretty sure even if it was wet, he could find a way to get the guns working again. Dabi fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a small pouch. Moleskin if curious. Yep, right outta Harry Potter thanks to the caves a month ago.

He opens it and drops in the locket. Then starts sliding the coins in. It's probably soon very apparent something's going on with that pouch because there's no way all those coins would fit inside it without some major stuffing. And Dabi's just dropping them in like a personal piggy bank.

"Ya think they're ceremonial things? Might wanna be careful. That shit's usually cursed." In books and movies at least.