A sheared off section of the captain's quarters held the fabled basket and jar in all their glory. Tripp uncovered the basket of braided seagrass. Binta opened the jar which had been mended with seams of gold. Both vessels were empty.

Tripp pulled a face. "That wasn't as cool as I'd hoped. Why do I have to be punished? Do I need to turn around three times and spit? Sacrifice something? Because I'll do it!"

"Nihil desperandum. This could be the part fer renewed promises, but the good, bad, an' magical energy are impermanent things. After Cappy discovered the has-been, or perhaps untrue all along treasures he wanted ye to reap the rewards o' the replenishin' bounty ye'd discover with'n yer self by followin' ye heart. Baskets come in handy in the world's most pop'lar book. Jars are the transfermation o' clay in the potter's hands. These two look like they'd make fine book ends. Let's take 'em."