"Hm... True! Tell you what though. If I can find a buyer at port, I will be sure to cut you and the others on any profit from this." 

On that note, Nobody will spend the fast closing window of semi-wellness on feverishly taking notes on something in a small, well-worn down book. Well, start to do that. But remembering the two potions still on his person, he takes the time to ritual cast Detect Magic to see what he can pick up off of them. 

Gynugri takes a look at the rest that are busily inspecting the loot before going back.

"Now that everything is settled, I'll return to my room to sleep. Wake me up if we're at Port Nyanzaru. Captain Ortimay, Merchant Syndra, if you'll excuse."

The goblin returns to his quarters, spending his time using Druidcraft to predict the weather until sleep takes over his body.

The potions radiate an aura of evocation.

It seems that the weather is clearing up, and you probably won't see anymore fog. It will be quite hot.

Just trying an Arcana check on the potions for fun: 4

(I was honestly kind of hoping for a 1 . . .)

(Shoot the potions were supposed to be red, not green. Yay whoops!)

Mel looks over the potion and shakes it a little. The potion glimmers slightly as he does so. He pop open the top and wafts it in a bit, and is filled with a slight rejuvenating feeling which quickly fades.

(I forgot evocation also included healing. Nice though)

Melanthios will claim one of the potions, and divvy up the coin between him and the rest of the party.

(What exactly should I add to my sheet?)

In the bag was 1800 CP, 700 SP, and 80 GP.

360 CP, 140 SP, and 16 GP each.

(And the potion is just a standard healing potion?)

(Yay, that looked like a lot more money than it actually was . . .)

"A veritable king's ransom, yes? Or at the very least, a pirate's bounty!"  Tab puts most of his earnings into a variety of pouches, but keeps a particularly shiny gold piece out and attempts to make it dance across his knuckles like he's seen done by some of the street buskers. He'll spend the rest of the journey drinking from his flask, staring at the fish in the water, and bathing where it makes other people slightly uncomfortable.

True to mostly to his word, Nobody makes entrust all but 10 dragons(gp) to the captain Ortimay(?) with instructions to see to that at least a large portion of what he hands over is sent to the fallen sailor's family. The rest he leaves to Ortimay to divide among the crew and herself. A mere pittance compared to the amount of money often exchanged back with his family, but more than the average sailor probably sees over the course of a week, if not month!

At least so he thinks. The handling of money was never a strong suit of the tiefling.

(The Sum total if my math is right coming to be about: 23gp and 6cp in varying degrees of Copper, Silver, and Gold)

With that out of the way, he settles back in to his nook again for what he hoped to be a peaceful remaining journey ahead. Of the remaining potion, he will hold on to if no one else does not claim it.

You dock in a tropical city under the blazing sun. The familiar sounds of a harbor — creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones — mingle with voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhalations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.

Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru is an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings flutter atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats and capes races past you, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.

The crew quickly departs to go restock supplies and do... ship stuff, leaving you to explore the city.

´´You should check in with the harbormaster. I heard that there was a reward for any pirates that you managed to capture. His office is thataway.´´

She points toward a building with a bulletin board out front.

Melanthios glances around nervously, not trusting this new, busy city.  He will head with the rest of the group (probably towards the office), but keeping to the shadows: 11

"Sweet, lovely land! How I miss the!"

At least nearly a minute of disgusting dock kissing out of the tiefling, Nobody boldly leads the way to the dockmaster after bidding the good captain goodbye. 

"You got our man! Right, Tab? Gene?" 

He turns back to ask. They couldn't very well show up at the office without proof after all. Could they?

The Captain is currently locked in the ship's brig, safe and sound.

As Gynugri disembarks from the ship, he examines the familiar flow of people he used to see on urban sprawls to navigate through Port Nyanzuru.

"Let's bring the pirate captain to the harbormaster and get the bounty before we explore more of the port. I'll lead the way for a faster travel."

(You guys are literally 250 ft. away)

"I guess I'll take a quick hop, skip, and jump to have a representative from them to take the pirate captain safely to prison."

Gynugri goes through the bustling crowd of people until he reaches the harbormaster's headquarters.

"Indeed - Lead on, Gynugri - I'll keep this one in line," Tab says, as he hauls the pirate captain up from below decks, one hand on the manacles binding him, the other at the nape of the pirate's neck, pinching a bit of the skin.  

Gene goes and brings the pirate captain up and drags him with, following the others.