Volgya manages to tie together a number of tunics and create a bag of sorts, although it is soaked with seawater, rainwater runoff, and course sand.
Aǹni, seeing the man from before looting the bodies, furrows her brow and mutters a short prayer under her breath, then calls out to him, "Oi, hello, over here!" as she waves from the exposed lower deck. The tides, having receded somewhat, allows her to climb down to the sand between waves. "It was good to make ye acquaintance, sir," Aǹni says, looking up toward the man standing idle on the deck, before quickly walking toward the man on the beach.
"Find anything of interest at the forest's edge?"