“My treasure room,” he says, only after I look back to him following a long silence. “Treasure?” I balk. The thought was so quick I couldn’t adjust my tone to be more polite. There are a few things of value here, certainly. The crons tied up, for one. Some of the navigation tools are worth some pretty silver to the right buyer, those that aren’t ruined by the seawater. But most of it…is random waste.
