The abandoned ship creaked ominously as waves crashed against its weathered hull. Xiao Yan examined the strange markings etched into the walls, their faded lines telling stories of age and abandonment. Beside him, Xiaojin had recovered enough pride to perch on a broken railing, though it still shook water from its feathers occasionally.
"These markings," Xiao Yan murmured, "they resemble navigation symbols, but far older than any I've seen on the island."
A loud crash echoed from deeper within the ship, followed by the distinct sound of Xiaolong trying to push something heavy back into place. The dragon's head poked around a corner, wearing an expression that clearly said, "I found it like this."
"Xiaolong," Xiao Yan said without turning, "breaking things won't make them more interesting."
The dragon huffed, slinking fully into view. Behind him, an ornate cabinet lay in pieces, its contents scattered across the tilted floor. Among the debris, something caught Xiao Yan's eye – a glass sphere, about the size of his palm, with what appeared to be a map etched inside.
"Now what do we have here?" He picked up the sphere, studying the intricate details within. The map seemed to show a section of sea, with several islands marked in careful detail.
Xiaojin fluttered down for a closer look, accidentally setting a piece of rotting wood on fire in its curiosity. The phoenix quickly stomped out the flames, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
Xiao Gui, who had been methodically attempting to eat its way through a waterlogged book, perked up at the commotion. The turtle waddled over, leaving a trail of soggy paper bits.
"This vessel," Xiao Yan said, examining the sphere carefully, "must have been a research ship, or perhaps belonged to explorers."
Thunder crashed outside, and rain poured through the numerous holes in the hull. The ship groaned, timbers creaking as waves battered its already fragile structure.
Xiaolong crouched lower, electricity crackling between his whiskers. Xiaojin's flames took on a more serious blue tinge, while Xiao Gui... continued chewing on a different book.
"The storm's getting worse," Xiao Yan noted, storing the sphere safely away. "We should explore deeper before this wreck decides to finish sinking."
They ventured further into the ship's depths, where the air grew thick with the musty smell of decay. Water sloshed around their feet, gradually rising as the storm intensified.
Xiaojin lit their way with its gentle flames, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The phoenix seemed to have accepted its role as a living torch, though it still managed to look haughty about it.
"These quarters seem important," Xiao Yan observed as they entered a larger room. Maps covered the walls, though most had rotted beyond recognition. Navigation tools lay scattered across a massive desk, frozen in time.
Xiaolong sniffed at a strange metal device, then promptly sneezed, sending small lightning bolts dancing across its surface. The device sparked briefly before going dark again.
"Careful," Xiao Yan warned, though his eyes crinkled with amusement. "We might want some of these intact."
He examined the room methodically, noting details that seemed out of place. A locked chest caught his attention, its metal barely corroded despite the years of exposure.
"Interesting craftsmanship," he murmured, running a hand over the lock. With a precise application of force, the mechanism clicked open.
Inside lay a logbook, somehow preserved, and several more navigation tools. The book's pages contained detailed observations of mysterious phenomena at sea – whirlpools that appeared and disappeared without warning, islands that seemed to move, and strange creatures unlike any Xiao Yan had heard of.
"It seems," he said, carefully storing the book away, "we've found something quite valuable."
The ship chose that moment to lurch violently. Water began pouring in faster through the hull's growing cracks.
"Time to leave," Xiao Yan announced calmly.
Xiaojin didn't need to be told twice, already flapping toward the exit. Xiaolong grabbed Xiao Gui (who was still attempting to eat a particularly interesting compass) by the shell and followed suit.
They made it back to their small boat just as the wreck began its final descent. Standing on the deck, Xiao Yan watched the old ship sink beneath the waves, taking its remaining secrets with it.
"Well," he said to his companions as the storm began to clear, "that was enlightening."
Xiaojin chirped in agreement from its perch, while Xiaolong played with small lightning bolts in the distance. Xiao Gui had already found a new piece of driftwood to sample.
The logbook and sphere, safely stored away, promised interesting discoveries ahead. But for now, Xiao Yan was content to let the waves carry them toward whatever adventure awaited next.
"Though next time," he added, watching Xiaolong chase a particularly large wave, "perhaps we'll find shelter before exploring ancient wreckage."