Jon struggles to keep the torch steady as he inspects the hold. "All these insects...where they attackers...or cargo?" He keeps his breath shallow in an attempt to ensure his breakfast stays where he put it.

"Anyone want to check those two footlockers? I'll check the desk. When we are done, we can get this man topside for a proper burial."

He steps gingerly toward the corpse, trying to see if there is anything on or in the desk to shed light on the mystery.