"I'm not sure." HE opens a few other barrels - nothing, nothing, fish bones? He looks down into the last one and makes a thoughtful noise. Not useful, but interesting! He closes it again and scratches his cheek. "I don't know how many barrels here will have anything useful... maybe if we can find some sort of navigational equipment?"

He's used to compasses and spyglasses, nothing all too complicated. "Anything that looks shiny might be good for trading, too."

Is it plundering a grave site, given how many people probably died here? ... Maybe. But he prefers to look at it as being opportunistic. "Either way I don't know that this deck has much more to offer us. A lot of this looks like it was just food once upon a time."