Check fuel and supplies

A network of narrow tunnels constricts around the engine room. Small chambers, used for storage, and designed following the mad plans of Barenhaven’s finest shipwright. You walk from room to room, head lowered and **** from time to time to squeeze through the tightest passages.

The fuel is kept close to the humming engine. Unrefined Corpse Tar by the barrel and the leftovers of the Leviathan Oil used to reach Corpser’s Point. The tar will burn dirty and send stinking clouds into the battered sky, but the price is right. All is right with the fetid drums – not like anyone would steal fuel this cheap.

The victuals are kept most everywhere else. Smoked hams and Leviathan jerky hang from the rafters, garlic too. You check the casks filled with hard tack, salted fish, and pickled Pagan Berries for vermin. They are unspoilt, but a few grubbers already wriggle in the traps. You stomp them to **** and reset the latches. The freshwater reserves have been refilled, and the test cup tastes crisp and clean. You inspect the **** stockpile on the way out. It is locked up tight, and you make sure that no one has tempered with the mechanism. There are a few chests arrayed along the bulkhead; ropes and lanterns, small arms and tools. You are satisfied after a spot check.