(Forgot wild shape morphs equipment as well.)

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Ember will start on filling the four water jugs full of the special not-forgetting water, so that they can figure out where to head next. 

"We are going to have to figure out a more permanent solution. We can't keep coming back here for water. Sooner or later we are going to run out." she says as she works. 

 ((I can't find any mention about who was carrying them. Do we each carry one?))

((Sure? Ember and Big Un have no immediate need of them.))

Talon brings out the recipient of water. "Yes, that's it. Just a good swing of this stuff. How do you plan to test it?"

"Do you all just sail out every night? How far do you need to go?"

"Need a volunteer! A bonus in your purse and extra leave when we put in to port!"

The Captain bellows the offer, and one of his sailors trots over. "I'm yer man, Cap'n."

"Excellent. Talon here has some water that if you drink it,  you won't be forgetting if you spend the night on the island. You up for that Nub?"

"Umm... It'll work? I won't be waking up like Slips and Lefty?"

"They claim they remember their yesterdays after drinking it. Should it not work, we'll find a place for you aboard, just like we did for them, until you're able to get back to what you were."

"Ah... yeah, I'll do it Cap'n."

"Excellent!", the Captain gestures at Talon, before turning to Son. "Indeed. We haven't tested it, as such. Would be a poor way for the ship to wake up. But putting out far enough that you'd need a long-glass to spot our cage there seems enough."

"Wise precaution. That would be a rough morning to wake up with a boat full of people that don't know how to sail."

He grabs some more fruit, watching with interest as Nub drinks before remembering what he was meaning to say,

"Oh, maybe we should mention the involuntary nap that comes with it? You've got a few minutes Nub, find someplace more comfortable than a rock to lay is my recommendation."

"I wouldn't recommend sending him alone - there are some very nasty creatures on that island."

Blue clacks his claws and does a little dance, trying to indicate that he would be willing to stay on the island with him.

"Sure, why not. Let's all keep Nub company."

He looks for more food while asking,

"Any chance you have a map of the world?"

Nub takes a deep swallow from the canteen before looking at Son as he warns about the secondary effect.

"Huh?", he says eloquently before slumping to the deck, the Captain stooping to lay a hand at his throat.

"It would appear that Nub also gets the day off... I'd have preferred knowing that bit of information beforehand, but it's good you mentioned it before it took effect. I might have thought you just poisoned one of my men in front of me. I figure we can just leave him in the cage overnight, out of reach."

"We've maps of portions of the world..."

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"...I figure we can just leave him in the cage overnight, out of reach."

 "I quite like the idea of getting a good night's sleep away from this place... if you are sure he'll be safe in the cage."

Talon starts preening, feeling more relaxed at the prospect of good sleep.

"Can't be sure of anything in this life, but we can slather him down with bug grease and hope that does the job."

"So... we've better part of twenty hours to see if your knock out water does the job on Nub here, perhaps we can leave the maps until this evening? Your arrival did disrupt our plans for today, and I don't think I can play host all day, unfortunately. Care to prove your mettle and join us in today's venture?"

"Why not. You have anyone else that can write profanities in the sky, or similar? I'd like to speak with them if I could."

"It beats sitting here doing nothing all day.  What is it you're planning for the day?"

"All my men are well versed in profanity, however, much fewer in writing at all, much less in the sky. I agree it sounds like it has potential to be useful. Signaling with mirrors and the like only goes so far with the vegetation around here."

He claps  his hands together at Mark's vote to join them.

"Excellent! Tell me, what do you make of this?", he pulls from his pocket a glint of gold, and press is it to the tray with his forefinger for a moment before pulling back and letting you examine it. 

It is a gold coin, old, but still glinting warmly in the morning sun. Many of the details are worn, but if you examine it, there are faint runes imprinted in a spiral design on one side, and the outline of a faded face in silhouette in on the other.

As you pass it around, the structure of the runes look familiar, but illegible as meaningful words to Son, Mark and Crablue. Talon has no clue.

((Sort of like the many European languages based on the Latin alphabet. That was off a passive Investigation check given the languages you're fluent in, but feel free to make other checks if you'd like.))

Mark peers at the coin closely, trying to make any sense of the words but gives up.  Flipping it over he looks at the silhouette, attempting to remember anything about the image.

History: 8 

It looks like a mountain range... but it doesn't match the mountains of this island... oh, you had it sideways... Some person... male, maybe?

Crab blue takes a peek as well.

History: 14  

((OOC: Man, and I was expecting to find everything out from that roll, lol))