Swamped

There's a faded impression of some kind of symbol. It seems vaguely familiar... oh, that's right.

You and the captain met with an inventor - you can't remember his name, it wasn't Fire but it was something along those lines - who wanted you to bring something along on the voyage. That meeting ended rather abruptly with a shouting match between the captain and the inventor. You left without any clue as to why you were supposed to be there in the first place.

But the inventor had his family crest hanging up. It was a distinctive shape, and this looks like an outline of it. Not that you could say for sure that it's an exact match.

Well, maybe he sold washcloths to fund his inventions. Whatever the explanation is, it's unlikely to matter in the short term. What you need to do is get onto the deck and get the fire powder ready before the sun fully sets. You and Harold head for the deck. Fortunately, you don't run into any further distractions.

The thin sailor from before greets you when you're on the deck.

"So is the powder ready?" he asks. "I told the cannoneers it's coming."

"Not yet. I thought it would be safest to limit transport after I enchant it. So I'm going to do that here."

"Gotcha," he says, nodding. "You need anything taken care of before you get started?"

You take a moment to think about that. With all that's been on your mind today, you might have forgotten something.