Swamped

It takes you a moment to realize where you've seen it. This isn't really bread - it's hardtack. But the ship's cook had a special recipe that resembled bread more closely than hardtack.

The same cook who turned out to be a spy with magical capabilities.

You don't know what to make of this. And you're not sure you have the time right now - you want to find whoever set off the alarm, or at least figure out what they did while it was causing a ruckus. It's unlikely they left a sandwich, because even if that helped them somehow, there would have been far easier ways to do that. What sort of sandwich even is it?

You open it just to get a better glance, and you're stunned. This is clearly scutterfish meat with red kelp paste. The same meal you had for lunch every day for six months. You just had it open-faced.

Now this feels like a message specifically for you. Has someone else from the ship come to the past with you?

You try to reassure yourself that somehow this must be a coincidence. Perhaps the spy learned to cook from someone in this town, the same person who made this sandwich. Scutterfish and red kelp aren't common near the shorelines, but they're quite easy to find on most of the major shipping routes. It's just the hardtack that's distinctive.

On the other hand, none of that explains why holding it seems to make you even hungrier. More than you'd expect even with how long it's been since you last ate. In fact, before you know it you've put the top piece back on and lifted it to your mouth. You didn't consciously think about any of that.

You still aren't when you bite into it. And then, suddenly, it all makes sense as a thought pops unbidden into your head - Nual is responsible for the sandwich, somehow. He wanted your attention.

Unfortunately, you don't get much explanation for why. Only a request that doesn't really clarify anything.