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He could let the damn crew sleep in here and still have room.

Versius's eyes traced the cabin. Nothing of importance. A few maps, an old gun in the corner, rum. He walked around the desk near the back of the room and tried to pull one of the drawers open.

''Locked. Obviously.''

Versius pulled his pistol from his thigh and shot the drawer. The shattered wood slowly slid forward. After picking up the gold inside, and strapping the flintlock inside onto his belt, he found a map facedown against the wood. The map seemed to focus on the lower of Cyrodiil, with a thick red dotted line running along the borders of Black Marsh and Elsweyr, smaller lines branching toward the shore. A web of letters painted the top of the paper. Despite being barely readable, Versius knew exactly what it said.

"S'zharim's trading routes."

Versius sacked the rest of the room for anything of value before returning to the deck, finding that the line of prisoners hadn't moved since he left.