"Maybe they considered you might offer it up to the slaves as you may have been most likely to take pity on them," he shrugs (as much as he can in this hold, with his wings folded as they are) and glances through the crates. "This will be a good start. I am not certain how long the journey is to the village - I assume not far, else my wife would not have chosen this spot to aim the ship to dock."

The sacks of dried fruit and meat are taken to the entrance to the upper deck, then carried out by others. The salt might be valuable and worth a fair bit in trade, so Skellig sets that aside for now...

But there must be other things within the cargo hold that are worth gathering! The exploration continues. (Skellig would be lying if he did not get a small thrill from this - Kreyu might be rubbing off on him.)